Wild Montana Skies (With Emmylou Harris) - John Denver

He was born in the Bitterroot 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

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 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

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

On the eve of his 21st 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

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

Now some say he was crazy and they're glad that he is gone

But some of us 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

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

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