Wild Montana Skies (with John Denver) - 2008 Remaster

He was born in the bitter root valley
 In the early morning rain
 Wild geese over the water
 Head north and home again
 Bringing a warm wind from the south
 Bringing the first taste of the spring
 His mother took him to her breast, softly she did sing
 Ooh 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
 And 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
 Ooh 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
 On the eve of his twenty-first birthday he set out on his own
 He was thirty years and running when he found his way back home
 Riding a storm across the mountains
 And the aching in his heart
 Said he came to turn the pages and to make a brand new start
 Now he never told the story of the time that he was gone
 Some say he was a lawyer, some say he was a john
 There was something in the city that he said he couldn't breathe
 There was something in the country that he said he couldn't leave
 Ooh 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
 Now some say he was crazy
 Some are glad he's gone
 Some of us will miss him, but 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
 Ooh 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
 Ooh 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 wiiiild Montana skies