Rich In Every Way
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I wrote Rich In Every Way after spending several days traveling from Skagway Alaska to Bellingham Washington in the company of several US Army personnel who were transferring from Alaska to the other parts of the US and overseas. We talked for many days and I learned of their humble beginnings from the farmlands of the US to their service throughout the world. Each of these servicemen and women had a similar story when it came to defending their country and I asked if they would mind if I wrote a song about their lives. They were flattered that I would care enough to do something like this for them, but the truth of the matter be, I'm far more flattered that they would travel throughout the world upholding moral decency for humanity for all of us civilians. This song is dedicated to my new friends on that Alaskan ferry and to the men and women in the service of their country who stand for something that so many people take for granted. Rights and freedom.
Rich In Every Way Lyrics
Written by Daniel Halen
He was born a poor boy on a southern farm
Had his Momma’s good looks and his Daddy’s charm
He never took much more than the cloths in his pack
On that cold spring morning, he promised he’d be back
To the only place he would ever call home
A place so dear no matter where he roamed
Where is brother and his sister played
In the yard selling lemon-aide
Poor boy was rich in every way
He was in love with the land he lived
On an angels wings, his life he’d freely give
To defend the country that had made him whole
That shaped his life, and filled his heart and soul
To the only place he would ever call home
A place so dear no matter where he roamed
Where is brother and his sister played
In the yard selling lemon-aide
Poor boy was rich in every way
It’s the only place he would ever call home
A place so dear no matter where he roamed
Where his brother and his sister played
In the yard selling lemon-aide
Poor boy was rich in every way.
He kneels down praying at the new sunrise
He’s been the blessing to a thousand lives
His heart is peaceful, wholesome, strong and true
He is the proud man that I always knew
He a pauper to a rich man
A hero to the poor
A man I proudly call my Brother
From the war.
Won’t you please come home now Brother
From the war
Come home from the war
To the only place you would ever call home
The place so dear no matter where you’ve roamed
Hear your brother and your sister praying
On the farm here proudly saying
Poor boy rich in every way
Rich in every way
Poor boy rich in every way
Rich in every way
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