When I hear the blue jays song,

    I feel it’s sweet whisper.

    I think of the Sun, Moon and Earth,

     And how one day I’ll miss her.

     Love is spread in many ways,

     through the nights and through the days,

     but in hard times, nothings as soft,

     as the songs of blue jays.

      The woodpecker pounds the bark,

       The rain pounds on the window.

        I lay in my bed asleep,

        Momma don’t want me to go.

       But God will take care of me,

        I promise I’ll see you soon.

       It could be in several years,

      Or tomorrow afternoon.

       But West of the Mississippi River,

       A place where nothing goes wrong,

       Montana’s a place where you’ll be comforted,

      When you listen to the blue jays song.