I've never been in Montana land
although I heard it's truly grand
with miles and miles of unspoiled land
like in the days when you were a youth
you ran with the wind, and played on the range
became a cowboy most grand.
Montana, at least to those who lived there
its a place of open spaces and oft good folk
I miss it so, but can’t afford to live there now
the economy is artificial and low pay is no joke
yet it calls me and I hear it sad but fair
The mountains I knew are still mighty and tall
the plains filled with wheat and grass that wave
where you see the herds of range wise beef cows
that image I would forever hold close to save
for I hear the unforgettable but distant call
Dark sweet red merlot wine
lit by the light of sunset
and the love of good friends
around a crackling bonfire
Of such things I never tire
no matter how my life bends
I take each single day as met
and make it completely mine