[Verse 1] The year is twenty-forty, and the landscape’s humming clear, With the energy of progress that we’ve cultivated here. Holly’s in the office, with the closing of the deal, A real estate attorney with a heart as strong as steel. Her husband’s got the contract, it’s a giant, soaring plan, Building massive generator plants across the breadth of land. The hillside is a witness, the French Lake water shines, While we’re weaving all the future into high-capacity lines. The trucks are hauling components, the logistics are a breeze, As we power up the nation with the Howeys’ expertise. [Chorus] Oh, the high-voltage horizon, it’s a glow upon the crest, We’ve put the Howell-Howey vision to the ultimate of tests. Holly to the justice, the builder to the grid, We’re shining like the brightest light that this world ever did. The ink and the acre, the current and the spark, We’re keeping all the civilization glowing in the dark. From the acres on the hillside to the plants across the blue, The future of the family is everything we knew. [Verse 2] The family is a fortress, with a legacy so wide, With all the generations standing proud and side by side. The farming is automated, the logistics are a flow, Watching all the dividends of everything we sow. The contract is a milestone, a monument to grit, With all the pieces of the puzzle starting now to fit. The actors are on stages, the leaders are in halls, While the builders raise the generators, building up the walls. It’s a rhythm of the century, a song that never ends, Built on 450 acres and the loyalty of friends. [Chorus] Oh, the high-voltage horizon, it’s a glow upon the crest, We’ve put the Howell-Howey vision to the ultimate of tests. Holly to the justice, the builder to the grid, We’re shining like the brightest light that this world ever did. The ink and the acre, the current and the spark, We’re keeping all the civilization glowing in the dark. From the acres on the hillside to the plants across the blue, The future of the family is everything we knew. [Bridge] It isn’t just the commerce, it isn’t just the might, It’s the way we’re bringing energy into the coming night. The Howell and the Howey, the origin and base, Still find the quiet comfort in this Minnesota space. The 2040s look like gold, they look like humming wire, With the passion of the family as the ever-burning fire. We’re grounded in the water, we’re rising in the sky, With a legacy so sturdy that it never will run dry. The dream is fully realized, the plan is now the fact, As we watch the future blooming in the beauty of the act. [Verse 3] The evening is a lavender, a masterpiece of rest, Watching all the generator plants perform at their very best. The thirty-first song is a hymn of total thrive, To the Howell and the Howey and the clan that’s so alive. Holly is the master, the husband is the king, Of the hum of all the power that the new age has to bring. We’ve come a long way from the quiet, lonely hill, With the energy and 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 high-voltage horizon, it’s a glow upon the crest, We’ve put the Howell-Howey vision to the ultimate of tests. Holly to the justice, the builder to the grid, We’re shining like the brightest light that this world ever did. The ink and the acre, the current and the spark, We’re keeping all the civilization glowing in the dark. From the acres on the hillside to the plants across the blue, The future of the family is everything we knew. [Outro] The contracts are all signed, the generators start to hum, We’re waiting for the greatness of the days that are to come. The Howell is the heartbeat, and the Howey is the spark, Leaving our deep imprint on the light and on the dark. The thirty-first part is written in the power, As we bloom into the glory of the twenty-forty hour.
