Lyrics
I packed my bag for the county fair, A borrowed bike and a hopeful grin. They said no one wins from a town like mine, But I pinned my number and I jumped right in. The scones were flat but the spirit was high, The egg-and-spoon race was a thing to behold. I crossed the line with a wobble and a whoop, Third place, third place, and I'm feeling gold. Nobody's counting, nobody's keeping score, But I'm counting every step I took. Bronze ribbon, gold mood, I'm dancing on the grass! Small win, big sky, Let the whole wide morning pass. Hear the horns go up, hear the drums come in, I'm a champion of the little things, Bronze ribbon, gold mood, And my heart is full of wings! I called my mum from the picnic bench, She cried and laughed and she shouted, "Hooray!" I stuck the ribbon on the fridge back home, And it shines like the sun every single day. Bronze ribbon, gold mood, I'm dancing on the grass! Small win, big sky, Let the whole wide morning pass. Hear the horns go up, hear the drums come in, I'm a champion of the little things, Bronze ribbon, gold mood, And my heart is full of wings! Leaving home taught me how to try, Starting over taught me how to cheer. Every little win is a lantern lit On the road that brought me here. Bronze ribbon, gold mood, I'm dancing on the grass! Small win, big sky, Let the whole wide morning pass. Hear the horns go up, hear the drums come in, I'm a champion of the little things, Bronze ribbon, gold mood, And my heart is full of wings!