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