High Country

music and lyrics by Mark Brut

The spirit lives in the high country
The passion lingers and the spirit breathes
You can see it in the faces
And the graces of those who see

Bellyache Ridge overlooking the valley
Will take your breath and weaken your knees
Silhouette running from my fingers
Like the first time I return again

It’s as if my mind is blown away
Sharpen my senses in every way
Window to the sky

Hiking up in the back country
Up in the tall grass in the summer months
Colorado coming down the river
She smiles and I shiver and return the favor

It’s as if my mind is blown away
Sharpen my memories of yesterday
Window to the sky

Idaho, Teton Valley
Through the flatlands up to the pass
Crossing over down into Jackson
I count my blessings and begin to breathe

It’s as if my mind is blown away
Shaping my memories of yesterday
Window to the sky

The spirit lives in the high country
The passion lingers and the spirit bleeds
You can see it in the faces
And the graces of those who see

I’ll count your blessings if you count for me

© Mark Brut 2005 - all rights reserved