Theres a place in the rockies
A place that I know
Where the world cannot find me
And the time goes so slow.

In the piney wood forest
Theres a flower that grows
Through the long months of winter
And the high country snows.

To a house by a meadow
neath the towering peaks
Is a place where my heart goes
When its love that it seeks.

There a woman lies waiting
Like the wild growing rose
Through the long months of winter
And the high country snows.

In the space of a lifetime
A man misses much
Till he finds him a woman
And treasures her touch.

When the lakes all are frozen
And the wild wind blows
Ill return to my darlin
And the high country snows.

Ill return to my darlin
And the high country snows.