The North

Song: Wild Montana Skies

By John Denver


He was born near the wolfswood in the early morning rain

Wild elk over the country, heading north and home again

Bringin' a warm wind from the south, bringin' the first taste of the spring

His mother took him to her breast and softly she did sing


Oh, Sacred Old Gods, give this child a home

Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own

Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes

Give him the wild wind for a brother and the free northern sky


His mother died that summer and he never learned to cry

He never knew his father and he never did ask why

He never knew the answers that would make an easy way

But 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 home

Gave him a hand that he could lean on and a strength to call his own

And he learned to be a farmer and he learned to love the land

And he learned to read the seasons and he learned to make a stand


Oh, Sacred Old Gods, give this child a home

Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own

Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes

Give him the wild wind for a brother and the free northern sky


On the eve of his 16th nameday, he set out on his own

He was 30 years and runnin' when he found his way back home

Ridin' a storm across the mountains and an achin' in his heart

Said 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 gone

Some say he was a sellsword, some say he had many spawn

There was something in the South that he said he couldn't breathe

There was something in the North that he said he couldn't leave


Oh, Sacred Old Gods, give this child a home

Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own

Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes

Give him the wild wind for a brother and the free northern sky


Now 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 on

Giving a voice to the trees, giving a voice to the stones

Giving a voice to the waters and the land that he lived on


Oh, Sacred Old Gods, give this child a home

Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own

Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes

Give him the wild wind for a brother and the free northern sky


Oh, Sacred Old Gods, give this child a home

Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own

Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes

Give him the wild wind for a brother and the free northern sky