She's a buckskin baby made of silk and steel Daughter of her Mother's heart Dyed in the wool Future farmer of a brand new start She could've been supermodel or a rich man's queen Livin up on easy street But the call of the wild and the solid earth beneath her
Seemed to complete her Let her see into soul To pastures greener Where there's room enough to grow
Back to where the red fern knows The sweetness of the mountain rose And the land she laughs at all this wood and wire We all outgrow the skin we're in But we can weave, we can mend Stitch by stitch, row by Making sure there's room enough to grow
Leaves were blowing on the pumpkins fattening in field She saw a ‘we got apples' sign Turned down a road never knowing what she might find He was sittin on his tractor when she caught his eye He gave a wave and walked her way He was all and britches hair the color of the sun on hay
Through winter's hunger Spring and summer overflow With love free to wander where there's room enough grow
Back to where the red fern knows The sweetness of the mountain rose And land she laughs at all this wood and wire We all outgrow the skin we're in But we can weave, we can mend Stich by stich, row by row Making sure there's room enough to grow
Ohhhh ohhhhhh
to where the red fern knows The sweetness of the mountain rose And the land she laughs at all this wood and wire We all outgrow the skin we're in But we can weave, we mend Stich by stich, row by row Making sure there's room enough to grow