Big Sky Mt Lyrics

My grandfather picks wild flowers At the top of the hill Up on the mountainside And He knows their names By their colour, shape and their size

Up over the ridge and through the valley 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

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 he picks wild flowers At the top of the hill Up on the mountainside And he writes their 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

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