Текст песни Wild Montana Skies - Emmylou Harris

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