Big Sky, Mt taby ukulele według Said The Whale (Chwyty barytonu)

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My grandfather picks wildflowers on top of the hill upon mountainside
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And he knows their names by their colour, shape and their size
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Up over the ridge and through the valleys picking flowers by the riverside

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My grandfather he picks shooting star and prairie smoke where lily-of-the- 
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valley grows. Purslane and Queen Annes beauty, bathing in the oft flow.
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Up over the ridge and through the valleys to find early ever lasting in the 
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light.

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Oh, for true love. For true love, he said, 
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For true love you do the best that you can.
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And she will always be there when you wake up. Ohh
 
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Up over the ridge and through the valleys
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Picking flowers by the riverside

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My grandfather was a fisherman and no fish ever stood a chance
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When he was standing on the riverbed with a fistful of cutthroat on the sand
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My grandfather was a good man and for a good life he gave thanks
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Picking flowers for his true love. For Queen Anne on the riverbank

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My grandfather taught me there, if you show true love, that you can take 
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care of her and when you wake up, she will always be there by your side.

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My grandfather picks wildflowers, on top of the hill upon mountain side.
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And he writes the names in the back of his Rocky Mountain Wildflowers Field 

Guide.
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Up over the ridge and through the valleys, to find early everlasting in the 
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light. (Up over the ridge and through the valleys)
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Picking flowers by the riverside.(Up over the ridge and through the valleys)
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To find true love everlasting in the light.

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Oh, for true love. For true love, he said
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For true love you do everything you can
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And she will always be there when you wake up.

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My grandfather taught me, that picking flowers is worthwhile

When youre doing it for your true love, and you see her smile.


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Its like big skies, shooting stars, and where we are
Where we grows, the roots are never ending light
High up on the mountain (repeat and fade out).

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