© 2025 Barry Williams

(V1)

As a kid I lived to ride my bike,

Loved to round up all my friends.

We rode every street in town,

Then we’d ride em all again.

Spinnin’ round on two wheeled crowns,

Young band of brothers in the wind.

Riding to live, n loving the life.

Playing a game where we all win.

(V2)

As time passed not much changed,

Still loved riding with my friends.

We traded in our well-worn bikes,

For the sound of those V Twins.

 For years we rode, we laughed, and loved,

N did what we do to survive.

Through it all we all stayed close,

And together we would ride.

 (Lift)

 I’m older now, some friends are gone,

I Ride slower, n stay closer to home.

We will all, always be brothers,

So we'll never really ride alone.

 (Chorus)

I hope that there's Harley's in Heaven,

Flatty's, knuckles, shovels and Pans.

I hope that there's Harley's in Heaven,

So that we can ride together again.

(LIft)

I’m older now, some friends are gone

I Ride slower, n stay closer to home

We will all, always be brothers,

So, we'll never really ride alone.

Chorus)

I hope that there's Harley's in Heaven,

We can roll down streets of gold.

I hope that there's Harley's in Heaven,

Where we can ride and never grow old