WHEN THESE MOUNTAINS WERE OURS

Oh, remember when we used to run

underneath the setting sun

And our young, strong leader

would call the pack

saying he found food to attack

Remember when

we had no fear

as we chased lynx

and deer.

We ran together 

without a care

wary only of black

and brown bear.

Oh, remember tromping through

the snow

in places no one else

would go

We set out

on adventures plights

and sang together

under the nothern lights.

Remember times before

parking lots and cars.

Back in the good ol’ days,

when these mountains were ours.