Panning through these tall hills of mud Months roll by not a sign If there's a way through the grasses of old I lit my candle in the gloom And I was told I would find you Good morning now in a different place I thought I heard you singing there And through the plains of ole Montana Sky was coming through And it was blue And I was told I would find you And if I lose my way And if I'm scared Will I be alone And if I give up Would you pull me through And I was told I would find you Will you go with me Through the dark Through the gloom And through the plains of ole Montana?