DESCRIPTION:
In the spring of my life dreams came easy,
Growing wild like the flowers in the field.
I was young; I was free
Searching for who I was going to be

In the summer of my days I was longing
To share this feeling in my heart.
Every time I felt the warmth
And the touch of his skin I believed in love.

And I walked in the footsteps of my father
And I ran in the shadow of his dreams
And I lived in the bosom of my mother
Like the child I carried I walked through this land

In my autumn years I watched the leaves falling,
And songbirds heading for the open sky
Like the tears in my eyes as I watched my children fly,
Though I knew in my heart they'd return again

And I walked in the footsteps of my father
And I ran in the shadow of his dreams
And I lived in the bosom of my mother
Like the children I carried I walked through this land

Now winter nights are cold, tears come easy
As I recall the bitter and the sweet.
There's no doubt in my heart that my soul
And my spirit belong like the earth and the sea.

And I'll walk in the footsteps of my father
And I'll run in the shadow of his dreams
And I'll rest in the bosom of my mother
Like the children of my children I'll walk through this land.



[John Mock Acoustic Guitar]
[Randy Howard Fiddle & Mandolin]
[Dennis Crouch Double Bass]
[Wes Hightower Backing Vocals]

Album:
Shore to Shore
1999