^DHe was born in the Bitteroot Valley in the ^Gearly morning ^Drain Wild geese over the water, heading north and home a^Again Bringin' a ^Dwarm wind from the south, ^Gbringin' the first taste of the ^Dspring His mother took him to her breast and ^Asoftly she did ^Dsing:

^GOh, ^AMontana, ^Dgive this chil^Ad a ^D7home Give him the love of a ^Ggood ^Afamily and a ^Dwoman of his ^D7own Give him a ^Gfire in his ^Aheart, give him a ^Dlight in his^G eyes Give him the ^Dwild wind for a brother and the ^Awild Montana ^Dskies

^DHis mother died that summer and he ^Gnever learned to ^Dcry He never knew his father and he never did ask ^Awhy He ^Dnever knew the answers that would^G make an easy^D way But he learned to know the wilderness and to ^Abe a man that ^Dway His mother's brother took him in to his ^Gfamily and his ^Dhome Gave him a hand that he could lean on and a strength to call his ^Aown And he l^Dearned to be a farmer and he l^Gearned to love the ^Dland And he learned to read the seasons and he ^Alearned to make a s^Dtand

^GOh, ^AMontana, ^Dgive this chil^Ad a ^D7home Give him the love of a ^Ggood ^Afamily and a ^Dwoman of his ^D7own Give him a ^Gfire in his ^Aheart, give him a ^Dlight in his^G eyes Give him the ^Dwild wind for a brother and the ^Awild Montana ^Dskies

^DOn the eve of his 21st birthday, ^Ghe set out on his ^Down He was 30 years and runnin' when he found his way back ^Ahome Ridin' a ^Dstorm across the mountains and an ^Gachin' in his ^Dheart Said he came to turn the pages and to ^Amake a brand new ^Dstart Now he never told the story of the ^Gtime that he was ^Dgone Some say he was a lawyer, some say he was a ^Ajohn There was ^Dsomething in the city that he ^Gsaid he couldn't ^Dbreathe There was something in the country that he ^Asaid he couldn't ^Dleave

^GOh, ^AMontana, ^Dgive this chil^Ad a ^D7home Give him the love of a ^Ggood ^Afamily and a ^Dwoman of his ^D7own Give him a ^Gfire in his ^Aheart, give him a ^Dlight in his^G eyes Give him the ^Dwild wind for a brother and the ^Awild Montana ^Dskies

^DNow some say he was crazy and ^Gsome are glad he's ^Dgone But some of us will miss him and we'll try to carry ^Aon Giving a ^Dvoice to the forest, giving a ^Gvoice to the ^Ddawn Giving a voice to the wilderness and the ^Aland that he lived ^Don

^GOh, ^AMontana, ^Dgive this chil^Ad a ^D7home Give him the love of a ^Ggood ^Afamily and a ^Dwoman of his ^D7own Give him a ^Gfire in his ^Aheart, give him a ^Dlight in his^G eyes Give him the ^Dwild wind for a brother and the ^Awild Montana ^Dskies

John Denver - Wild montana skies