Lion guard 1

In the golden light of morning, where the savannah stretches wide, A young lion leaps with laughter, with his friends right by his side. Through the grasslands they go running, tails held high against the sky, Chasing shadows, pouncing softly, as the day goes passing by. In the Pride Lands we play, in the sun’s warm embrace, With the wind in our manes, we roam and we race. Every moment is golden, every friend is so dear, In the Pride Lands we play, where there's nothing to fear.