Oh juneberry, oh milkweed

Flower of the musk thistle, apple seed

In the palm of your right hand

Before me as you stand

You turn toward the mountain though your gaze stays locked

Your eyes look dark, down as you talk

You say your heart is a mindful thief

Red as a copper leaf

Ah-ah-ah

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Ah-ah

So look now to the mountains and take my hand

Run me through the sagebrush fast as you can

Weave me through the indigo

Follow the lark's narrow

And dear, do you remember me as a kid?

When I asked you if you saw me and you said you did

My heart was a handkerchief

Red as a copper leaf

Ah-ah-ah

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Ah-ah

Oh juneberry, oh milkweed

Flower of the musk thistle, apple seed

In the palm of your right hand

Before me as you stand

Darling, take a deep breath, here we are

Look how low the jay flies, look how far

His heart like a wisened chief

Red as a copper leaf

Ah-ah-ah

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Ah-ah