Delatour Paradise

Sittin' on old Coral Rock
Grippin' at the jagged edge
Peering through the valley below
days slip by on a mountain ledge
I've spent my scouting years
Pursuing the rainbow
That reaches to the Northern Sky
Delatour, in the Rocky pines
Is paradise in my eyes.

CHORUS: Paradise in my eyes
And freedom in my mind
Dreamin' like the hawk
Borne on the arms of the wind
That whistles like a Delatour cry
From the time I was a little thing
A scratchin' in the mountain sand
I ran through all the rivers and rocks, screaming
"God, there's honesty in this land."

All the roots of the tallest pines
Hold back the earth of our scouting past
Pinecroft stood before Ol' Delatour
The last bastion of a fading west
The Elkhorn flowed from rivers of old
Singing memories of another time
Adventure, brought to us today
Who can hear the warbling rhyme

CHORUS
Well, I've seen citadels of the city
I've been halfway around the world
Seen so many of the armies of men
Building with their flags unfurled
In the wake of their war
There's a few obstructions
Keeping the west a'wild and free
Delatour is a hope for the living
If we learn to let it be.