Howdy,
Here goes with "Yellowstone Winds" from the same source as "October Winds."

YELLOWSTONE WINDS
(Bill Staines)

There's a star that's shining bright
On the Teton range tonight
There's a lonesome cloud flying out across the moon.
There's a country song so sweet
That reaches to the street
Through the hoots and hollers of an old run-down saloon

Yellowstone winds, they're calling me back again,
"Come here to me my friend," they whisper to my soul.
Piney smoke in the frosty air,
Cattle grazing all around you there,
Snow fields on the mountains fair
Lie silent in the cold.

I can feel the morning sun
And see that old Snake River run
And I remember all the legends and the tales.
Old Hoback's in my dreams
As he wanders up his streams
And stops to stand a mark beside the trail.

Yellowstone winds, they're . . .

There's a young coyote that calls
From the steep high country walls
As she ranges in the shadows of the trees.
With her cunning and her care,
Prospecting in the air,
She searches for a scent upon the breeze.

Yellowstone winds, they're . . .
Repeat first verse
Yellowstone winds, they're . . .

Allinkausay,
Bill