I am thinking of Montana and the man behind the camera
The news that made a winter out of June
The hummingbirds froze to the feeder
When the telephone rang out of tune
Michael, thank you
For all that you gave us
Michael, thank you
I never said it enough
Michael, thank you
For all that you gave us
Michael, thank you
I am thinking of my father
Twenty summers chasing flowers
With Michael and his Kodak film
Honeycomb, skipping stone
The view from the top of the hill
Now Judy Collins makes him cry
No more long drives through the Big Sky
Michael, thank you
For all that you gave us
Michael, thank you
I never said it enough
Michael, thank you
For all that you gave us
Michael, thank you
Driving through Yellowstone
Old Faithful is still spitting and the buffalo still roam
But how can we stop in Montana
When the man behind the camera is gone?
Michael, thank you