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
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
