[Verse 1] The calendar has reached the mark, the year is fifty-five, We’re looking at the garden of the souls who are alive. From the Howell and the Howey, to the Jacobson’s strong line, We’ve turned the water into power, and the soil into the wine. Holly’s at the summit, with the lawbooks in her hand, Her husband’s building cathedrals of the power ‘cross the land. The farming is a symphony, the trucks are moving light, We’ve turned the darkness of the past into a guiding, glowing light. The four hundred fifty acres are a monument of grace, The center of the story and the heart of every place. [Chorus] Oh, the greatness of the lineage, the power of the name, We’re burning bright forever in the everlasting flame. The Howell and the Howey, and the Jacobsons who stand, Holding up the promise of this Minnesota land. The acting and the harvest, the justice and the steel, We’ve made the wildest visions something tangible and real. From the first of March in seventy-five, to the heights of fifty-five, We’ve built the greatest legacy that keeps the dream alive. [Verse 2] The grandchildren are leaders now, the great-grandchildren play, In the fields where we were working at the breaking of the day. The fields are full of energy, the logistics are the flow, Watching all the dividends of everything we know. The generators humming are the pulse of all the change, Across the breadth of Minnesota’s rolling, open range. The acting brought the beauty, the law brought all the rule, And we’ve taught the generations in the Howell-Howey school. It’s a fabric woven tightly, with the threads of love and toil, Rooted deep and ever-lasting in the Minnesota soil. [Chorus] Oh, the greatness of the lineage, the power of the name, We’re burning bright forever in the everlasting flame. The Howell and the Howey, and the Jacobsons who stand, Holding up the promise of this Minnesota land. The acting and the harvest, the justice and the steel, We’ve made the wildest visions something tangible and real. From the first of March in seventy-five, to the heights of fifty-five, We’ve built the greatest legacy that keeps the dream alive. [Bridge] It’s the fullness of the circle, it’s the quiet of the peak, It’s the answer to the questions that we started out to seek. We aren’t just the owners, we are guardians of the spark, Keeping back the shadows and the creeping of the dark. The Howell is the foundation, the Howey is the sail, The Jacobsons the anchor that will never, ever fail. We’ve seen the world shift wildly, we’ve seen the seasons turn, But we’ve kept the lesson-books that we were meant to learn. The legacy is absolute, the structure is the stone, And we’re never walking forward in this journey all alone. [Verse 3] The evening is a lavender, a quiet, holy hum, Waiting for the future of the days that are to come. The thirty-second song is the final, grand review, Of the Howell, and the Howey, and the Jacobson’s point of view. Holly is the pillar, her husband is the beam, Working on the rafters of the family’s grandest dream. We’ve come a long way from the quiet, lonely hill, With the power and the justice and the legacy’s steady thrill. The horizon is our compass, the lake is our retreat, And the long-term, glowing vision is finally complete. [Chorus] Oh, the greatness of the lineage, the power of the name, We’re burning bright forever in the everlasting flame. The Howell and the Howey, and the Jacobsons who stand, Holding up the promise of this Minnesota land. The acting and the harvest, the justice and the steel, We’ve made the wildest visions something tangible and real. From the first of March in seventy-five, to the heights of fifty-five, We’ve built the greatest legacy that keeps the dream alive. [Outro] The generators hum the song, the lake reflects the stars, We’ve healed the world with labor, and we’ve healed the world with scars. The Howell is the heartbeat, and the Howey is the home, And the Jacobsons are soaring where the future wants to roam. The thirty-second part is written in the grand, As we look upon the beauty of the Minnesota land.
