Letras
Dreaming ‘bout Montana
Thinking ‘bout the air we’d breathe
Me and you and you and me
Getting lost in the golden breeze
Way up there out of reach
Accompanied by the pine trees
Traffic sounds traded out
For rivers rushing past our feet
I’d sing Oo-De-Lally la
You’d hum Auld Lang Syne on a winter's day
I’d whistle at the moon
You’d smile back at me
My Lady Lou
Sippin pine needle tea
Speaking on the things we see
Watching trees burn their leave
Letting go and letting be
Thoughts wander willingly
Got a question, two or three
But maybe we just sit on back
And dig our heels into the green
I’d sing Oo-De-Lally la
You’d hum Auld Lang Syne on a winter's day
I’d whistle at the moon
You’d smile back at me
My Lady Lou