When the starry asters grin,
Arms open for the morning sun’s embrace,
Their faces smiling in Wyoming’s wind,
Can’t you hear them singing? Can’t you taste
The harmony – the sweet refrains of peace?
Oh, you can’t stand up and hear them – no –
You have to listen while you’re on your knees –
That’s it – don’t mind the mud – get real low
And close your eyes – let the petals kiss
Your cheek while whispering their gentle song.
Okay, that’s fine – no, we won’t be missed.
Take your time – I’ll just walk along
Toward the river. It’s not that far away.
Don’t worry ’bout me – go ahead and stay.