Bitterroot Prayer
Bitterroot Reflections: A Tale of Resilience and Redemption
Lyrics
His face is worn and weathered by this rugged life he chose
Reflecting on the physical toll of the challenging life he chose.
Every wrinkle has a story all it's own
Each wrinkle on his face tells a unique story of his experiences.
But it's the gray in his beard that reminds him the most
The gray in his beard serves as a reminder of the passage of time.
His best years have come and gone
Acknowledging that his prime years have passed.
He's startin' to wonder can he take another winter's wind
Contemplating if he can endure another harsh winter.
Has he gotten too slow to outwit the wolves again?
Doubting his ability to outsmart challenges like wolves due to aging.
He prays every night God forgive me for my sin
Expressing remorse for his sins and seeking forgiveness from God.
And please don't let this be the year the mountains win
Hoping that the challenges of the mountains won't overcome him this year.
The years are getting longer and the nights are getting colder
Noting the increasing difficulty of the years and the harshness of the nights.
It's hard to believe some things his eyes have seen
Reflecting on the disbelief of some of the things witnessed throughout his life.
He's starts to feel the weight of this mountain on his shoulder
Feeling the burden of the mountain as autumn sets in and leaves change color.
When there's a change of color in the leaves
Symbolizing a significant change in the season and, metaphorically, in his life.
He's startin' to wonder can he take another winter's wind
Reiterating the doubt about enduring another challenging winter.
Has he gotten too slow to outwit the wolves again?
Questioning if he has become too slow to confront challenges like wolves.
He prays every night God forgive me for my sin
Continuing to seek forgiveness and protection from God.
And please don't let this be the year the mountains win
Repeating the plea to overcome the trials posed by the mountains.
Well this Bowie knife has skinned more hides than he can count
Highlighting the significance of a Bowie knife with a history of skinning hides.
But there's something in the wind that says time is running out
Sensing an urgency in the wind, implying time is running out.
He's startin' to wonder can he take another winter's wind
Reiterating the doubt about enduring another challenging winter.
Has he gotten too slow to outwit the wolves again?
Questioning if aging has hindered his ability to outwit challenges like wolves.
He prays every night God forgive me for my sin
Persisting in seeking forgiveness and protection from God.
And please don't let this be the year the mountains win
Echoing the plea to avoid succumbing to the challenges presented by the mountains.
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