Onto Sturgis
Onto Sturgis we did rollThe road at times took its toll
But our love for the ride overcame
What lies at roads end kept us sane
Over the endless amber, around the next bend
Our breath is taken away by journeys end
The pines are here, beauty abounds
The Black Hills home is finally found.
The wind and thunder on metal machines
Suspend all time in the visions seen
Two brothers of common love is known
From the loss of death the bond has grown
The ride is over, but the road is branded
A gift of friendship the Lord has handed.
This land freely calls to brother's souls
And so my brother, onto Sturgis we will roll.
