Hummingbirds, hay meadows, pine trees and deer
The bawling of whitefaces gathering near
Infinite sky at the top of the world
This is the home of a High Country Girl
Winds that can soothe you, or strangle or scream
Nights that surround with the silence of dreams
Whiskies debating with chattering squirrels
Sounds just like home to a High Country Girl
Sunshine that bounces off breeze-ruffled lakes
Thunder that beats at the sky 'til it breaks
Mud deep as snow banks, dust storms that swirl
Round the blue jeans and boots of a High Country Girl
Her body may wander, her heart never will
In moments of quiet she dreams of it still
The beauty and peace of a faraway world
Reach out to the soul of a High Country girl
Written by: Vickie Jollymour Field
The last verse I have altered to suit my fancy:
Her body may wander, her heart never will
In moments of Prine she dreams on the hill
The beauty and peace of a faraway world
Reach out to the soul of a High Country Girl
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