A joyous trip between the states
Montana to the west
Across Wyoming, there we rest
It's beauty does not fail
The mountains topped with pinewood trees
The valleys' filled with grass
The roaming bison not to pass
They fill the empty fields
A doe, with grace, leaves space to see
The picture from afar
She watches silent not to mar
The beauty of the land
The beauty scene, the joy it brings
It never will grow old
It never will make hearts grow cold
Forever to be told