(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 away?
Will I see you next summer, wild on the mountain?
Will you be there, when I pass your way?
She was there in the brief mountain springtime
Blue in the late mountain snow
And we lived in the sunlight of summer
But I knew when the aspen turned gold
That I had grown old
[chorus]
Columbine, columbine
Blue in the rockies
Will you miss me, when I’ve gone away?
Will I see you next summer, wild on the mountain?
Will you be there, when I pass your way?
Columbine, columbine
Blue in the rockies
Will you miss me, when I’ve gone away?
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