Up in a meadow in Jasper, Alberta
Two men, four ponies on a long lonesome ride.
To see the high country and learn of its people,
The ways that they lived there, the ways that they died.
And one is a teacher, and one a beginner,
Just wanting to be there, just wanting to know.
And together they're trying to tell us a story
That should have been listened to long, long ago.
How the life in the mountains is living in danger
From too many people, too many machines.
And the time is upon us, now is forever,
Tomorrow is just one of yesterday's dreams.
Cold nights in Canada, icy blue winds.
The man and the mountains are brothers again.
Clear waters are laughing, they sing to the sky.
The Rockies are living, they never will die.
Up in a meadow . . .
Two men, four ponies on a long lonesome ride.
To see the high country and learn of its people,
The ways that they lived there, the ways that they died.
And one is a teacher, and one a beginner,
Just wanting to be there, just wanting to know.
And together they're trying to tell us a story
That should have been listened to long, long ago.
How the life in the mountains is living in danger
From too many people, too many machines.
And the time is upon us, now is forever,
Tomorrow is just one of yesterday's dreams.
Cold nights in Canada, icy blue winds.
The man and the mountains are brothers again.
Clear waters are laughing, they sing to the sky.
The Rockies are living, they never will die.
Up in a meadow . . .