WILD MONTANA SKIES
He was born in the Bitteroot Valley
In the early morning rain
Wild geese over the water
Headin' north and home again
Bringin' a warm wind from the south
Bringin' the first taste of the spring
His mother took him to her breast
And softly she did sing
CHORUS:
Oh Montana, give this child a home
Give him the love of a good family
And a woman of his own
Give him a fire in his heart
Give him a light in his eyes
Give him the wild wind for a brother
And the wild Montana Skies
His mother died that summer
And he never learned to cry
He never knew his father
And he never did ask why
He never knew the answers
That would make an easy way
But he learned to know the wilderness
And to be a man that way
His mother's brother took him in
To his family and his home
Gave him a hand that he could lean on
And a strength to call his own
And he learned to be a farmer
And he learned to love the land
And he learned to read the seasons
And he learned to make a stand
CHORUS
On the eve of his 2lst birthday
He set out on his own
He was 30 years and runnin'
When he found his way back home
Ridin' a storm across the mountains
And an aching in his heart
Said he came to turn the pages
And to make a brand new start
Now he never told a story
Of the time that he was gone
Some say he was a lawyer
Some say he was a John
There was somethin' in the city
That he said he couldn't breathe
And there was somethin' in the country
That he said he couldn't leave
CHORUS
Now some say he was crazy
And they're glad that he is gone
But some of us will miss him
And we'll try to carry on
Giving a voice to the forest
Giving a voice to the dawn
Giving a voice to the wilderness
And the land that he lived on