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 a supermodel or a rich man's queen
Livin up on easy street
But the call of the wild
and the solid earth beneath her feet

Seemed to complete her
Let her see into her 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 row
Making sure there's room enough to grow

Leaves were blowing on the pumpkins fattening in the 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 breath 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 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
Stich by stich, row by row
Making sure there's room enough to grow

Ohhhh ohhhhhh

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
Stich by stich, row by row
Making sure there's room enough to grow