there s 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 there s 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 it s 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 i ll return to my darlin and the high country snows i ll return to my darlin and the high country snows