Pride is Alive in Yellowstone

- PRIDE IS ALIVE IN YELLOWSTONE
Sure, the mountains called them there,
The sage, the shaman and the seer.
Yellow sandstone, purple canyon, silver trains roll here.
And sure, the mountains held them there,
Native teachers, ancient speakers, in from far and near.

There was Peg, of old Montana NOW.
She knew the farm, she knew the town.
From the mountain to the prairie, knew the score all 'round.
Tim Sweeney spoke from a rainbow stage.
He told of politics and AIDS.
Donna Red Wing flew a jet wing, oh, to the rainbow stage.

And they all got together on a yellow cliff wall,
When the sun shown bigger than the sky.
And they all sang together in a rodeo hall,
With the horses and gay riders close behind.

Pride Is Alive In Yellowstone; I heard it the ninth of June.
When Billings and Butte and Ballentine
Converged to line the avenue.
Pride Is Alive In Yellowstone, alive and as right as rain.
And they're gonna tell of Yellowstone 'cross the fruited plain.

Legislator Hurdle pulled some strings.
She set a talk with the police.
We told of Stonewall; we said that's not all:
We're here, and we're queer, and we're free.
But ten percent of cops are gay;
And bias training works two ways.
And the Highway Patrol was by way of
Militia threats, day to day.

And we all marched together through the center of the town,
All in stride in the light of noon.
And we listened to the teller of a tale that is told
Of a Man Who Fell In Love With The Moon. repeat