Lirik Lagu Wild Montana Skies - Emmylou Harris
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Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
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(John Denver)
He was born in the Bitteroot Valley in the early morning rainWild geese over the water, heading north and home againBringin' a warm wind from the south, bringin'the first taste of the springHis mother took him to her breast and softly she did sing:
Oh, Montana, give this child a homeGive him the love of a good family and a woman of his ownGive him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyesGive him the wild wind for a brother and the wild Montana skies
His mother died that summer and he never learned to cryHe never knew his father and he never did ask whyHe never knew the answers that would make an easy wayBut he learned to know the wilderness and to be a man that way
His mother's brother took him in to his family and his homeGave him a hand that he could lean on and a strength to call his ownAnd he learned to be a farmer and he learned to love the landAnd he learned to read the seasons and he learned to make a stand
On the eve of his 21st birthday, he set out on his ownHe was 30 years and runnin' when he found his way back homeRidin' a storm across the mountains and an achin' in his heartSaid he came to turn the pages and to make a brand new start
Now he never told the story of the time that he was goneSome say he was a lawyer, some say he was a johnThere was something in the city that he said he couldn't breatheThere was something in the country that he said he couldn't leaveNow some say he was crazy and some are glad he's gone
But some of us will miss him and we'll try to carry onGiving a voice to the forest, giving a voice to the dawnGiving a voice to the wilderness and the land that he lived on
He was born in the Bitteroot Valley in the early morning rainWild geese over the water, heading north and home againBringin' a warm wind from the south, bringin'the first taste of the springHis mother took him to her breast and softly she did sing:
Oh, Montana, give this child a homeGive him the love of a good family and a woman of his ownGive him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyesGive him the wild wind for a brother and the wild Montana skies
His mother died that summer and he never learned to cryHe never knew his father and he never did ask whyHe never knew the answers that would make an easy wayBut he learned to know the wilderness and to be a man that way
His mother's brother took him in to his family and his homeGave him a hand that he could lean on and a strength to call his ownAnd he learned to be a farmer and he learned to love the landAnd he learned to read the seasons and he learned to make a stand
On the eve of his 21st birthday, he set out on his ownHe was 30 years and runnin' when he found his way back homeRidin' a storm across the mountains and an achin' in his heartSaid he came to turn the pages and to make a brand new start
Now he never told the story of the time that he was goneSome say he was a lawyer, some say he was a johnThere was something in the city that he said he couldn't breatheThere was something in the country that he said he couldn't leaveNow some say he was crazy and some are glad he's gone
But some of us will miss him and we'll try to carry onGiving a voice to the forest, giving a voice to the dawnGiving a voice to the wilderness and the land that he lived on
