White water feathers
Dance across the jagged stones
And mountain nectar rolls
Down through the hills
On its way home
Singing to the valley
In an octave
All its own
I can hear
The harmonic pitch
Of the clark fork river song
Rocks dot the beach
Where all the fisherman
All cast their string
But never catching anything
I guess sometimes
It's not what you catch
But how you
Cast your string
As I, sit here and listen
To the clark fork river sing
1 million stars
Staring at us
On a black Montana night
Babe in her poncho
By the fire light
Holding me so tight
Cold Mountain morning
Falls through the window
And Brings along
Another verse
Of the clark fork river song
Rocks dot the beach
Where all the fisherman
All cast their string
But never catching anything
I guess sometimes
It's not what you catch
But how you
Cast your string
As I sit here
And listen
To the Clark Fork River sing
And our loving
Was so fine
We took our
Own sweet time
Starting writing our own songs
Now we're right where we belong
Rocks dot the beach
Where all the fisherman
All cast their string
But never catching anything
I guess sometimes
It's not what you catch
But how you
Cast your string
As I sit here
And listen
To the Clark Fork River sing