From the recording Montana Turns to Snow
I never expected the weather to change,
Nor the thunder and the rain.
I find it hard to believe you're gone.
You came and went like a summer song.
You were the pine rooted to the ground.
The icy wind couldn't bring you down.
But, no one gets out of here alive.
I just wish we could take one more drive.
It seems the ones with the most to give are always the first to go,
So I'll think of you each time Montana Turns to Snow.
I can hear you talking to me still,
A distant voice coming over the hill.
A mountain of courage with aurora eyes.
Your emerald fires across the sky.
I know nothing lasts forever,
So I'll just hole up here and wait for a break in the weather.
And, it seems the ones with the most to give are always the first to go,
So I'll think of you each time Montana Turns to Snow. Oh, ooo