[Verse 1] The sun comes up on French Lake, on a morning bright and new, With a third generation walking in the morning dew. The Howell’s in the orchard, teaching toddlers how to sow, While the Howey checks the monitors to watch the logistics flow. Two boys and two girls, they’ve gone and built a clan of gold, Adding vibrant chapters to the stories we have told. One is on the stage now, with the spotlight in their eyes, One is in the shipping lane, beneath the open skies. One is in the tractor, one is managing the fleet, With the rhythm of the modern world beneath their steady feet. [Chorus] Oh, it’s a new pride rising, it’s a new hope born, In the quiet of the evening and the promise of the morn. The Howell to the legacy, the Howey to the stride, With the love of all the children tucked safe and deep inside. The acting and the harvest, the logistics and the loam, We’re building up the future in the acres we call home. From the stage into the office, from the soil into the sea, We’re flourishing in branches of the Howell-Howey tree. [Verse 2] The trucks are moving smarter, with a hum instead of roar, Delivering the future right to everyone’s front door. The children are the leaders now, they’ve taken up the wheel, Adding to the ledger all the passion that they feel. The acting brings the drama, the farming brings the bread, With the wisdom of the elders held firmly in their head. We’re watching from the hillside, with a pride we can’t express, In the middle of the chaos, we’ve found the happiness. The 450 acres are a theater and a farm, Kept safe from all the shadows, kept safe from all the harm. [Chorus] Oh, it’s a new pride rising, it’s a new hope born, In the quiet of the evening and the promise of the morn. The Howell to the legacy, the Howey to the stride, With the love of all the children tucked safe and deep inside. The acting and the harvest, the logistics and the loam, We’re building up the future in the acres we call home. From the stage into the office, from the soil into the sea, We’re flourishing in branches of the Howell-Howey tree. [Bridge] It’s a beautiful transition, it’s a shifting of the light, From the struggle of the journey to the glory of the height. The Howell and the Howey are the roots beneath the tree, Feeding all the branches that are reaching out to be. We aren’t just a family, we’re a movement and a flow, Watching all the talents and the enterprise grow. The grandkids are the laughter, the children are the force, Staying true to Howell-Howey on the steady, chosen course. The 2030s beckon, with a shimmering, clear call, And we’re ready for the wonder that awaits us, one and all. [Verse 3] The evening is a velvet, with the stars beginning bright, We’re gathered on the dockside in the calm of waning light. The twenty-ninth song is a symphony of thrive, To the Howell and the Howey and the clan that’s so alive. The Howell is the witness, the Howey is the spark, Keeping all our embers glowing through the cold and dark. We’ve come a long way from the quiet of the hill, With the logistics and the farming and the acting's steady thrill. The horizon is our compass, the lake is our retreat, And the harvest of the family is finally complete. [Chorus] Oh, it’s a new pride rising, it’s a new hope born, In the quiet of the evening and the promise of the morn. The Howell to the legacy, the Howey to the stride, With the love of all the children tucked safe and deep inside. The acting and the harvest, the logistics and the loam, We’re building up the future in the acres we call home. From the stage into the office, from the soil into the sea, We’re flourishing in branches of the Howell-Howey tree. [Outro] The screen is full of promise, the fields are full of grain, We’re dancing in the sunshine and we’re dancing in the rain. The Howell is the foundation, and the Howey is the flight, Carrying the family forward into the morning light. The twenty-ninth part is written in the thrive, As we celebrate the spirit of being so alive.
