(Verse 1) Born in the hills of Pennsylvania, Moved westward with a dream, From Iowa’s fields to Colorado skies, With a hammer and a beam. He met his love on the Kansas plains, In a small-town evening play, Together they built a life so strong, On San Diego’s Bay. (Verse 2) Two little boys, they held so close, But Devier would leave too soon. Still they carried on, hearts full of hope, Underneath the moon. They raised their Lyle, watched him grow, As he took a family of his own, In the house by the bay, with the widow’s walk, Austin’s love had grown. (Chorus) With these hands, he built a home, Planted gardens, made it grow. Through the years, through joy and pain, The builder’s love would still remain. A life well-lived, a family tree, Austin’s legacy. (Verse 3) He worked the mills, laid tracks for trains, Built stations by the sea. A carpenter by trade and skill, A foreman’s mind so free. At Rockwell Field, he built with pride, Crafted wings for flight, Retiring after years of toil, But his heart was still alight. (Bridge) Through the sawdust and the stone, Through the laughter and the tears, He carved a life, with every nail, Through all the passing years. In every board, in every room, His heart still beats, his flowers bloom. (Verse 4) Now he’s gone, but his roots run deep, In the soil and the sky. With every tree and every seed, His memory won’t die. Though the tools are quiet, the house still stands, With love in every wall, The builder’s hands left behind a home, That still answers the call. (Chorus) With these hands, he built a home, Planted gardens, made it grow. Through the years, through joy and pain, The builder’s love would still remain. (Outro) A life well-lived, a family tree, Austin’s legacy.
