With the drop of a cone, after the buffalo roamed

There was chatter in the canopy of a forest dark and green.

As the cone burst into seed, one was cradled by the needles

In the bosom of the earth she lay, a seedling for the Spring.

She burrowed deep her little roots over a hundred years ago.

This Lady of the Big Sky lay sleeping ‘neath the snow.

Seasons cycled by, inverting day and night

From sapling to a tree she grew in perfect shape and height.

Culture drifted by, time moves like a firefly

Sundown on the Bitterroot, she bathed in Sapphire light.

She’s seen Indians and mountain men and growing pains developin’

This Lady of the Big Sky, our Lady of the Sun is part of the

Heart of Montana, we sing for you.

A thousand symphonies of fallen leaves

have colored her view we’ve brought the

Heart of Montana to share with you and yours

On these holy days…. and New Year, too!

See the earth rise from the moon, a spinning blue oasis

Touch the Sun’s accepting grace

Between the tug of Love and War

Let’s clarify the price of pride and glory

In the story that we leave.

This Lady, Lady of the Sky

Our Lady of the Big Sky, Lady of the Sun

This Lady of the Big Sky, our Lady of the Sun is part of the

Heart of Montana, we sing for you

A thousand symphonies of fallen leaves

have colored her view we’ve brought the

Heart of Montana to share with you and yours

On these holy days…. and New Year, too!

Big Sky Blue, Happy New Year, too

And who’ve of us would’ve ever thought

That before she left Montana for this place

She’d insure her noble face would be reborn…

With the drop of a cone.

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