Wild Montana Skies

<br>He was born in the Bitteroot Valley in the early morning rain<br>Wild geese over the water, heading north and home again<br>Bringin` a warm wind from the south, bringin` the first taste of the spring<br>His mother took him to her breast and softly she did sing:<br><br>CHORUS: Oh, Montana, give this child a home<br> Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own<br> Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes<br> Give him the wild wind for a brother and the wild Montana skies<br><br>His mother died that summer and he never learned to cry<br>He never knew his father and he never did ask why<br>He never knew the answers that would make an easy way<br>But he learned to know the wilderness and to be a man that way<br>His mother`s brother took him in to his family and his home<br>Gave him a hand that he could lean on and a strength to call his own<br>And he learned to be a farmer and he learned to love the land<br>And he learned to read the seasons and he learned to make a stand<br><br> CHORUS<br><br>On the eve of his 21st birthday, he set out on his own<br>He was 30 years and runnin` when he found his way back home<br>Ridin` a storm across the mountains and an achin` in his heart<br>Said he came to turn the pages and to make a brand new start<br>Now he never told the story of the time that he was gone<br>Some say he was a lawyer, some say he was a john<br>There was something in the city that he said he couldn`t breathe<br>There was something in the country that he said he couldn`t leave<br><br> CHORUS<br><br>Now some say he was crazy and some are glad he`s gone<br>But some of us will miss him and we`ll try to carry on<br>Giving a voice to the forest, giving a voice to the dawn<br>Giving a voice to the wilderness and the land that he lived on<br><br> CHORUS 2X