Snowy peaks before him
the valley now behind
wonder all around him –
a scene he’d rarely find
The corral now before him
rodeo in full swing
laughter, whoops and hollers
in his ears did ring
Dust was a’flying
tails waving high,
sunlight above the saddle,
rider’s hat raised to the sky
He knew he’d never tire
of the beauty he did behold
The wilderness called his name –
True words he had been told
You can’t tame the mountains
You can’t hold back the streams
You can’t harness the wind
or live on yesterday’s dreams
You might shoe an untamed filly,
make a bucking bronc dance,
but you can’t tame Babe,
you dare not take a chance
Amidst all the commotion,
there across the way,
he saw an untamed filly
on which his eyes did stay.
Her braids were black and shiny
Her eyes were ablaze
Her olive skin did glow –
his heart now in a daze.
Like the mighty river
his beating heart roared
Like the eagle overhead
his smitten spirit soared
Surrounded by this beauty
little did he know
that deep into the mountains
his roots now would grow
You can’t tame the mountains
You can’t hold back the streams
You can’t harness the wind
or live on yesterday’s dreams
He shod an untamed filly
made a bucking bronc dance
though he didn’t tame Babe,
he dared take that chance.
