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
