Reach out - you're a full-grown anything,
Reach out - you're a full-grown dame.
Reach out - you're a full-grown anything,
Reach out - you're the lore of the land.

Reach out - you're a full-grown anything,
Reach out - you're a full-grown man.
Reach out - you're a full-grown anything,
Reach out - you're the lore of the land.

Stars they may fall,
Stars they may shine.
Stars seem so small,
Stars seem so small.

Well now - you're a twinkling star-compass,
Well now - you're a midnight-toll.
Well now - you're a twinkling star-compass,
Well now - you're a distance and pole.

Well now - you're a sweating horse-back broad,
Well now - you're a galloping fan.
Well now - you're a saddled horse-back broad,
Well now - you're the lore of the land.

Come on well now you reach out to the land,
Come on well now you reach out true.
Come on well now reach and guess you can,
Come on well you're the lore of this land.