Big Sky, MT

My grandfather picks wild flowers at the top of the hill
Up on the mountainside
And he knows the names by their colour, shape, their size

Up over the ridge and through the valleys
Picking flowers by the river side

My grandfather he picks Shooting-star and Prairie-smoke
Where lily-of-the-valley grows
Purselane and Queen-Ann’s beauty
Bathing in the off-flow

Up over the ridge and through the valley
To find Pearly-everlasting in the light
For true love
“For true love,” he said
For true love you do the best that you can
And she will always be there when you wake up

Up over the ridge the ridge and through the valleys
Picking flowers by the river side

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My grandfather was a fisherman
Though no fish ever stood a chance
Standing on the riverbank
With a fist full of Cutthroat on the sand

My grandfather was a good man
And for a good life he gave thanks
Picking flowers for his true love
For Queen-Ann on the riverbank

My grandfather taught me there
If you show true love that you can take care of her
And when you wake up she’ll always be there by your side

My grandfather picks wild flowers at the top of the hill
Up on the mountainside
And he write the names
In the back of his
‘Rocky Mountain Wildflowers Field Guide’

Up over the ridge and through the valley
To find Pearly-everlasting in the light

Up over the ridge and through the valley
Picking flowers by the riverside

Up over the ridge and through the valley
For true love everlasting in the light

For true love
“For true love,” he said
For true love you do everything you can
And she will always be there when you wake up

My grandfather taught me
Picking flowers is worthwhile
If you doing it for your true love

When you see her smile
It's like
Big Sky, Shooting star
It's where we are
Where we grow
Roots of never ending light
High up in the mountain meadow