Underneath the open sky, where fields of corn do sway
Comes a song that's soft and lonesome, as the end of a long, hard day
In this small town so familiar, memories hold tight
'Bout the boys who went off wandering, into the endless night
Their boots left prints on dirt roads, where we all used to roam
Chasing dreams on moonlit highways, now our hearts long for home
We'll gather by the churchyard, where their names are etched in stone
Whispering 'bout our brothers, who'll never grow alone
Remember our brothers, with stars in their eyes
Who took on the world with their wild, hopeful cries
In the echoes of laughter, in the tears that we've shed
We'll honor their spirits, and the lives that they led
In the quiet of the barnyard, where the old guitar still rests
I strum the chords of memories, put my heart to the test
The stories they had written, in the letters sent back home
Now we sing them round the fire, as the embers gently glow
And though the seasons change us, and the years keep rolling by
Their laughter fills the shadows, like a beacon in the sky
We toast to all the futures, they had hoped to see
In the silence of the night, they're walking here with me
Remember our brothers, with stars in their eyes
Who took on the world with their wild, hopeful cries
In the echoes of laughter, in the tears that we've shed
We'll honor their spirits, and the lives that they led
They led
Remember our brothers, with stars in their eyes
Who took on the world with their wild, hopeful cries
In the echoes of laughter, in the tears that we've shed
We'll honor their spirits, and the lives that they led