Montana in the Summer

White clouds floating

In a soft summer breeze

You can hear the gentle whisper

As it passes through the trees

There's the misty haze on the hilltop

Cool shadows in the glen

You can hear the song of the meadowlark

And the chirping of a wren

Fields are green with promise

Of the harvest they will bring

Fulfillment to the farmer

For the work he did last spring

Cattle grazing in the grass

That comes up to their knees

And from the fields of clover

Comes the hum of the honey bees

Children on the lakeshore

Build castles in the sand

You can hear the boatman call

As they come in to land

Go travel the wide world over

Then come and be my guest

And I will show you Montana

In her lovely summer dress


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