I went out walking up high timberline 

Snow fell like kisses, the air sweet as wine 

Calling me back to the days you were mine 

So close to heaven, up high timberline 

So close to heaven up high timberline 

Way up on high timberline 



Remember my love, do this for me 

For I think of you all the time 

Whenever the wind howls lonesome and free 

From the peaks of the high timberline 



Like a vision of angels the higher I climb 

A mare and a stallion with traces so fine 

Stepping like dancers in three-quarter time 

The ghost of white horses of high timberline 

The ghost of white horses of high timberline 

Way up on high timberline 



Remember my love, do this for me 

For I think of you all the time 

Whenever the wind howls lonesome and free 

From the peaks of the high timberline 



I love you and I always will 

Although we for evermore part 

Sierra Nevada remembers us still 

Holds our love deep in her heart 



For shame that the sun showed its face on the day 

You and the rose on your cheeks slipped away 

But the promises love made between us still shine 

When we rode white horses up high timberline 

Dancing white horses up high timberline 

Way up on high timberline