Lyrics

My grandfather picks wild flowers at the top of the hill Up on the mountainside And he knows the names by their colour, shape, their size Up over the ridge and through the valleys Picking flowers by the river side My grandfather he picks Shooting-star and Prairie-smoke Where lily-of-the-valley grows Purselane and Queen-Ann's beauty Bathing in the off-flow Up over the ridge and through the valley To find Pearly-everlasting in the light For true love "For true love," he said For true love you do the best that you can And she will always be there when you wake up Up over the ridge the ridge and through the valleys Picking flowers by the river side [Instrumental] My grandfather was a fisherman Though no fish ever stood a chance Standing on the riverbank With a fist full of Cutthroat on the sand My grandfather was a good man And for a good life he gave thanks Picking flowers for his true love For Queen-Ann on the riverbank My grandfather taught me there If you show true love that you can take care of her And when you wake up she'll always be there by your side My grandfather picks wild flowers at the top of the hill Up on the mountainside And he write the names In the back of his 'Rocky Mountain Wildflowers Field Guide' Up over the ridge and through the valley To find Pearly-everlasting in the light Up over the ridge and through the valley Picking flowers by the riverside Up over the ridge and through the valley For true love everlasting in the light For true love "For true love," he said For true love you do everything you can And she will always be there when you wake up My grandfather taught me Picking flowers is worthwhile If you doing it for your true love When you see her smile It's like Big Sky, Shooting star It's where we are Where we grow Roots of never ending light High up in the mountain meadow