Mountain Rose

She sits on her porch in the sun
As her days struggle by one by one
And she watches the world
From behind her snowy brow
And she dreams of the days she was young
She still can recall
Sitting on her daddy’s knee
The smell of wood smoke in his clothes
She was his world
That curly red haired girl
And he called her his little mountain rose
 

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Mountain Rose loves the summer rain
Mountain Rose will soon be home again
From hardest times and rocky climbs
The sweetest flower grows
She was the flower of the west
And they called her the mountain rose

She danced in the meadows of spring
Like a flower she swayed in the wind
She sang a melody she learned from the breeze
The song of all wild things
And the rocks and the trees
And the forest and the streams
Is just the garden where she grows
Underneath the blue of the Colorado sky
Will always be home to the mountain rose

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(Bridge)
But time knows no waiting
Her memories keep fading
Like petals now scattered on the ground

She sits at the top of the stair
In the arms of an old rocking chair
The cold northern skies
Reflects the winter in her eyes
And the silver drifts of her hair
But time can’t take away the gift of yesterday
Or the childhood she loved so
For all that may change
Some things stay the same
She’ll always remain the mountain rose

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