She's a buckskin baby made of silk and steel Daughter of her Mother's heart Well, 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 will mend Stitch by stitch, row by row We're 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 Well, it's 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 will 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 will mend Stich by stitch, row by row Making sure there's room enough to grow