Song Description
High country lament for lost love
| Song Length |
4:24 |
Genre |
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| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Serene |
Subject |
Loneliness, Long |
| Language |
English |
| |
Lyrics
Montana Creek
© Jonathan Stratman
Evening falls along Montana Creek.
The woodbox filled, the kettle on for tea.
With pencil shaved by pocket knife,
I write to tell you of my life ?
Without you, here beside Montana Creek.
Chorus:
Montana Creek lies shimmering in moonlight.
Come back and see what you have left behind.
In the high desert air, I know you?ll find that you still care,
And wash that concrete city from your mind.
The cowboy campfire lifts a glow of embers.
Rising they become the star-strewn sky.
Can city stars be half so near,
You knew their names when we walked here
Hand in hand, beside Montana Creek.
Your pony nickers, won?t you ride beside me?
Remember when we rode the high divide.
Up there with all the world below,
You promised you would never go
And break my heart, beside Montana Creek.
Below Montana Creek runs a river.
The river winds unhurried to the sea.
Though you may wander far and wide
The answer isn?t in the tide,
But here with me, beside Montana Creek.