(c.w. mccall, bill fries, chip davis) She was born in the brief mountain springtime Blue in the late mountain snow And she grew in the sunlight of summer But she knew when the aspen turned gold That she had grown old [chorus] Columbine, columbine Blue in the rockies Will i miss you, while you were […]
(c.w. mccall, bill fries, chip davis) One night last summer we were camped at ten thousand feet up where the air is clear, high in the rockies of lost lake, colorado. and as the fire burned low and only a few glowing embers remained Laid on our backs all warm in our sleeping bags and […]
