My mind takes me to the place of our dreams
High in the mountains where cold water springs
From little rock crannies where the Columbine grows
Beside a small pool, that nobody knows.

Perfume of the pines, sweet on the air
Alpine meadow flowers entwined in my hair
Placed there as gently as an angel's touch
By the calloused hands I love so much.

The taste of your lips pressed to my own
There in the mountains our true love had grown
We'd lie on our backs, staring up at the sky
To watch soft, fluffy clouds meandering by.

Or behind the stars that appeared in the blue
Close enough to pick in the heavens for you
And put them into your gentle blue eyes
To see them twinkle like the lovely night skies.

As you laid me down on a pallet so cool
And placed on my finger a hand plaited jewel
Of unbraided pine needles so strong it held fast
An unbroken promise that our love would last.

And so it did from that time to this
And now I will give you my parting kiss
By God dear cowboy, our ride has been the best!
Now you'll lie down for this long final rest.

I'll join you one day at our spread in the sky
And we'll watch his dear angel fluttering by
But not even heaven could ever compare
To our wild mountain home with it's clear mountain air.