Glacier Spirits

Up in Glacier Park again,

Standing tall under endless skies

Skies so blue

Chilling with fossils in the wind, feeling the old earth too

Tourists from far distant lands,

sharing stories in the rain and watching the mountains

Lost in time, a shadow stands,

a whisper of the past's domain until the night is astounding

Walking through

the ancient stones, where history

And Mission Village softly calls us to come back and see it again

The Fossils resting in their bones, echoing nature’s halls of history

Saying Hello

to strangers passing by, their eyes wide with surprise against the wind

In this frozen lullaby, witness the rest of Earth's endless ties within

Excuse the mess,

can you hear the stories blend, in these sacred grounds we tempt

Fate again and the world rumbles deep inside itself

Finding a private space

where spirits wait outside

I'm in a mood to help them send, a moment's peace, a feeling of a good intent

I'm a Pale Horse Glacier Indian,

keeper of the frozen lore

Journey through the silent witness, history's endless door

From Mission Village, I stand tall, the voice of the mountain’s call

In the heart of Glacier Park, I hear the ancient Earth's thrall

Names are fleeting, stories stay, in glaciers’ icy grip

Memories that don't decay, time’s eternal ship

Jeremy Cole, from the mission spirit, in the wind’s soft spit

Sharing tales where spirits sit, in every fossil's grit

Walking through

the ancient stones, where history

And Mission Village softly calls us to come back and see it again

The Fossils resting in their bones, echoing nature’s halls of history

Saying Hello

to strangers passing by, their eyes wide with surprise against the wind

In this frozen lullaby, witness the rest of Earth's endless ties within

Excuse the mess,

can you hear the stories blend, in these sacred grounds we tempt

Fate again and the world rumbles deep inside itself

Finding a private space

where spirits wait outside

I'm in a mood to help them send, a moment's peace, a feeling of a good intent

I'm a Pale Horse Glacier Indian,

keeper of the frozen lore

Journey through the silent witness, history's endless door

From Mission Village, I stand tall, the voice of the mountain’s call

In the heart of Glacier Park, I hear the ancient Earth's thrall

So go ahead, find your place, among the rocks and skies so grand

In the wilderness embrace, hold the stories in your hand

Up in Glacier Park again, where history and nature blend

In this sacred, timeless span, be a part of earth’s own trend