(Verse 1) Crushed gravel driveways and summer rain, Carving silver trenches like a treasure vein. I was small but the world was wide, With a sandbox kingdom by the maple’s side. We’d circle that lawn on a two-wheel flight, Between Grandma’s porch and the morning light. Jumping off the railings, hitting the grass, Watching the shadows of the orchards pass. (Verse 2) Glason’s cows and the scent of the hay, Discovery led us through the heat of the day. Ponds full of life where the pollywogs spin, Testing where the edge of the woods begin. We named the giants, we claimed the sky, “Fort Ticonderoga” reaching up so high. Grampa’s warnings couldn’t stop the chase, Of the wonder written on a young child’s face. (Chorus) Oh, it was chocolate for the soul, a feast for the eyes, Underneath those endless, blue-ribbon skies. But if the frayed memories feel this sweet, Imagine the gold on the heavenly street! For the ear hasn’t heard and the eye hasn’t seen, The colors more vivid than the orchard’s green. What He’s prepared is a wilder grace, Than the greatest joy of a childhood place. (Verse 3) Barn lofts and rope swings, the mystery of height, Trap doors and shadows, and flickering light. From Fisher to Kenyon, the hardwoods stood tall, An obstacle course where we’d never truly fall. We learned about life, the good and the grey, Hiking through the furnace of a summer day. But those miles of trails were just a small start, For the infinite map God has placed in my heart. (Bridge) Beyond the fence and the property line, There’s a banquet waiting, a design so divine. I’ll see my ancestors standing in the sun, With every exploration only just begun. No more "don't get caught," no more threat of the end, Just a seat at the table with my Savior and Friend. (Outro) More than the woods, more than the stream, More than the wildest boyhood dream. He’s keeping the wonder, He’s keeping the light, The Great Expedition is just in my sight. Eye hasn't seen it... Ear hasn't heard it... But oh, I can feel it coming.
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