| D | G | A | |
| Up in a meadow in J | asper, Al | berta |
| D | C | A | |
| Two | men, four ponies on a | long lonesome | ride. |
| D | G | A | |
| To | see the high country and l | earn of its p | eople, |
| D | C | A | |
| The | ways that they lived there, the | ways that they | died. |
| D | G | A | |
| And one is a teacher, | and one a | beginner, |
| D | C | A | |
| Just | wanting to be there, just | wanting to | know. |
| D | G | A | |
| And | together they're trying to | tell us a | story |
| D | C | A | |
| That | should have been listened to | long, long | ago. |
| G | D | |
| How the | life in the mountains is | living in danger |
| C | G | Em | A | |
| From | too many | people, too | many machine | s. |
| G | D | |
| And the | time is upon us, | now is forever, |
| C | G | Em | A | A7 | |
| To | morrow is j | ust one of | yesterday's | dreams. |
| D | A | |
| Cold nights in Canada, icy blue | winds. |
| A7 | D | |
| The man and the mountains are b | rothers a | gain. |
| A | A7 | |
| Clear waters are laughing, they sing to the | sky. |
| A | D | A | |
| The | Rockies are living, they never will | die. |
| D | |
| Up in a meadow . . . |