Going-to-The-Sun

Red Eagle
Moving in for the kill
Tail-Feathers-Coming-Over-the-Hill
I'm going to be going
To the Going-to-the-Sun

Montana
Continental divide
Saint Mary glistening in the light
I'm going to be going
To the Going-to-the-Sun

I'm gonna go to the Going-to-the-Sun
I'm gonna go to the Going-to-the-Sun

Big drifts and avalanches below
I'll be Shining in a yellow Beetle
I'm going to be going
To the Going-to-the-Sun

I'm gonna go to the Going-to-the-Sun
I'm gonna go to the Going-to-the-Sun

"How very high it is
Its summit far up into the blue
Of all the mountains
That I have ever seen
I think it is the most beautiful
Were I younger
And were it summertime
How I would like to climb up
And lie on its summit
And fast
And pray Sun for a vision..."



Credits
Writer(s): Warren Hanna
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