It’s a walk in the woods, with old Mother Nature
The sound of the breeze, blowing through the tall trees
The creek down below, singing songs I re-member
From child hood days, with my Momma and me…

It’s the gait of my horse, as I sway in the saddle
The power that I feel, when I give him the reins
The pounding of the hooves, as he’s climbing the hillside
Full speed ahead, and he never complains…

It’s a movie, that makes me, cry like a baby
The ache in my throat, if I hold it inside
The effort that it takes, to fight my emotions…
Relief that I feel, when I break down and cry…

It’s the spice, of life, that makes it worth living…
Every mile, I drive down the wide-open road…
It’s the sound, of black-top, bumps and vibration…
The music I hear -- on my radio

It’s the rattle of the pots, and pans in the kitchen
He’s begging me to peel, just one more peach
He’s pick-in’ at my pie, as it cools on the counter
Nothing com-pares, to the first bite he’ll eat…

It’s the worm in his apple, he did not discover
Until he bit in, and found it inside
The way that his stomach, starts turning over
He’ll figure it out that he’s not going to die…

It’s the sting of the bee, as it clings to my finger
The fear that I feel, as it’s starting to swell…
I can tell that to-night, I’m tossin’ and turnin’
It’s burning like fire, and I feel like hell…

It’s the spice, of life, that makes it worth living…
Every mile, I drive down the wide-open road…
It’s the sound, of black-top, bumps and vibration…
The music I hear -- on my radio

It’s the twist of the pegs, tuning them to perfection
The push of the bow in a gent-le straight line
The student is dis-covering he’s hearing that rhythm
How it all feels, when he gets it right

It’s the trophies that he won, for being a winner
His medals and his photos hanging high on the wall
He can-not re-member, the dates or how many
Just some-thing he did; it was nothing at all…

It’s the spice, of life, that makes it worth living…
Every mile, I drive down the wide-open road…
It’s the sound, of black-top, bumps and vibration…
The music I hear -- on my radio

It’s the spice, of life, that makes it worth living…
Every mile, I drive down life’s open road…
It’s the sound, of black-top, bumps and vibration…
The music I hear -- on my radio