As they march the street, as they march the home front
They hear the refrain of a past glory
A time when all were united
And the brotherhood was the one and only
Well times have changed but one thing remains
It's the spirit of the past that keeps them strong
Although others have lost faith, they will remain
For the love of the cadence is far from gone
Can you hear the mighty thunder when the boots hit the street?
The proud, the few, the tried, the true, they will never admit defeat
And when they write their history one thing they can't deny
The spirit was locked in their hearts and there was fire in their eyes
It was always more than a rite of passage
Always more than growing pains
With pride in their hearts and fire in their eyes
The spirit lives even though the faces change
At the end of the day when all is said and done
Will they bother to count the cost?
Or carry on despite those come and gone cause the fire will never be lost
Can you hear the mighty thunder when the boots hit the street?
The proud, the few, the tried, the true, they will never admit defeat
And when they write their history one thing they can't deny
The spirit was locked in their hearts and there was fire in their eyes
There was fire in their eyes.
Can you hear the mighty thunder when the boots hit the street?
The proud, the few, the tried, the true, they will never admit defeat
And when they write their history one thing they can't deny
The spirit was locked in their hearts and there was fire in their eyes
