(Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
From the album Wolf Creek Pass
When the skies are gray, and the wind is cold, I remember. How the snow was silver, and the leaves were gold when I left her. It was early mornin`, on a Rocky Mountain September. And she was gone.
Well now it`s five A.M. an` I`m a hunnert an` ten miles from Denver
An` the snow is silver an` the leaves are gold an` I miss her
`Cause it`s another mornin` on a another mountain September
An` I`m alone
Yeah, we climbed the mountain together, an` we stood on top a` the world. But now I gotta remember it all... alone.
When the fire is warm, an` the sun is cool, in November. When my heart is young, and my mind is old, I remember. An early mornin`, on a Rocky Mountain September. And she`s gone.
Well now it`s fall again an` I`m a thousand miles from nowhere
An` I can can hear her voice an` I see her smile an` I miss her
An` it`s another mornin` on another mountain September
An` I`m alone
Yeah, we climbed the mountain together, an` we stood on top a` the world. But now I gotta try to remember it all... alone.