[Verse 1] The calendar has turned again, the numbers shifting fast, We’re standing on the threshold of the future and the past. The Howell’s got the internet, the world is in the palm, Navigating networks with a quiet kind of calm. The Howey’s upgrading the fleet, the trucks are burning clean, Managing the logistics of a fast, expanding scene. The four of them are grown now, they’re finding their own way, Moving out like light across the landscape of the day. But here on 450 acres, the heart is beating slow, Watching all the seasons come and watching them all go. [Chorus] Oh, the millennium’s calling, the world’s a wider place, But we still find our meaning in this quiet, open space. The Howell to connect us, the Howey to provide, With the love of all the family held deep inside. The ink and the acre, the iron and the screen, We’re living in the space that lies between the seen and unseen. From French Lake to the highway, from the field to the star, We’re staying true to who we are, no matter where we are. [Verse 2] The house is a little quieter, the kids are living free, Starting up the branches of their own new family tree. The Howell’s planning travels, looking at the map with pride, With nothing but the open road and time upon our side. The Howey’s still the foreman of the logistics and the load, Keeping every truck and every trailer on the road. We’ve traded in the urgency for wisdom and for grace, Finding all the beauty in this slow-paced, honest place. The water of the lake is just as clear as it has been, Washing off the worries of the places we have been. [Chorus] Oh, the millennium’s calling, the world’s a wider place, But we still find our meaning in this quiet, open space. The Howell to connect us, the Howey to provide, With the love of all the family held deep inside. The ink and the acre, the iron and the screen, We’re living in the space that lies between the seen and unseen. From French Lake to the highway, from the field to the star, We’re staying true to who we are, no matter where we are. [Bridge] It’s a time of turning outward, a time of looking wide, But we keep the Minnesota hillside tucked inside. The technology is surging, it’s a wave that’s growing tall, But we build our own defenses and we build our own wall. We aren’t defined by silicon, we aren’t defined by speed, We’re defined by the harvest and the simple, human need. The Howell and the Howey, a partnership of soul, Having reached the destination of a long-term goal. The new century is unfolding, a book that’s mostly white, Waiting for the stories that we’ll write beneath the light. [Verse 3] The evening is a soft blue glow, the stars are waking up, We’re sharing in the quiet with a warm and brimming cup. The twenty-sixth song is a bridge across the span, Marking out the progress of the Howell and the Howey plan. The Howell is resting, the legacy is secure, The Howey is searching for the things that will endure. We’ve raised the four, we’ve worked the land, we’ve traveled on the road, With the peace of mind that comes from carrying a well-earned load. The horizon is our compass, the lake is our retreat, And our life is made of everything that’s honest and that’s sweet. [Chorus] Oh, the millennium’s calling, the world’s a wider place, But we still find our meaning in this quiet, open space. The Howell to connect us, the Howey to provide, With the love of all the family held deep inside. The ink and the acre, the iron and the screen, We’re living in the space that lies between the seen and unseen. From French Lake to the highway, from the field to the star, We’re staying true to who we are, no matter where we are. [Outro] The screen flickers down, the lake remains the same, We’re adding one more chapter to the Howell-Howey name. The Howell is the wisdom, and the Howey is the spark, Keeping our light glowing in the shadow and the dark. The twenty-sixth part is written in the change, As we look toward the future on the rolling, open range.
