©1990 by Jack W. Gladstone and Rob Quist

Just as the orange sun breaks the plane between the dawn and day
On the Great Plains in The Last Best Place grow tender shoots of grain. T
he children of a thousand years are rising once again
To hunt and fish and harvest what the Sun on Earth will send.

Up from the Ice Age to the New Age we’re somewhere in between.
We were skin-clad silent hunters but now we’re living proof of dreams
The only separation is time, the future ours to find
In The Last Best Place in the Universe,
The Last Best Place on Earth.

The Sun Loom of Creation h
as spun our heart a home,
Its layers intertwined with love,
the Earth cannot be owned.

From the basins of the Big Sky through her womb her rivers run
We’re entrusted with a legacy passed Mother Earth to Sun.
Oh the mountain mists and the waterfalls in pools forever swirl.
In The Last Best Place in the Universe.
The Last Best Place in the world.

The Last Best Place on earth,
where the Flag of freedom shines.
The Last Best Place on earth,
forever will be mine.
The Last Best Place on earth.

The Last Best Place on earth.