He said I want to grow up and look like Rob ert Mitch um
And I hope that when I'm gone, there'll be some say that I miss him
He must have been ro man tic, he must have sensed ad ven ture
And I feel the steel of his strong will in the frame a round his pic ture
And he's one more ar row, fly ing thru the air
One more ar row land ing in a sha dy spot some where
Where the days and nights blend in to one, and he can al ways feel the sun
Thru the soft brown earth that holds him, for ev er al ways young
He could have been a box er, but the fight game seemed so dir ty
We ar gued once, he knocked me down and he cried when he thought he'd hurt me
Strict ly from the old school, he was quiet a bout his pain
And if one in ten could be that brave, I would nev er hate a gain
And he's one more ar row, fly ing thru the air
One more ar row land ing in a sha dy spot some where
Where the days and nights blend in to one, and he can al ways feel the sun
Thru the soft brown earth that holds him, for ev er al ways young
One more ar row! One more ar row! One more ar row! For ev er al ways young
