[Verse 1]
I met her one day up in the mountains,
there by a cool rippling stream;
she glowed like the sun in a dress made of gingham,
  she was a city boy's dream.
 
[Verse 2]
I painted her pictures of bright neon rainbows,
streets paved with silver and gold.
  She loved the mountains but she loved me better
'cause she needed someone to hold.
 
[Chorus]
The rarest flowers grow up in the mountains,
up where it's close to the sky;
but if you pick them, take them to the city,
their bloom will wither and die.
 
 
[Verse 3]
I did not notice how fast she was fading,
how much she was dying alone,
until she told me with one tearful whisper:
"it's time you're taking me home".
 
[Chorus]
The rarest flowers grow up in the mountains,
up where it's close to the sky;
but if you pick them, take them to the city,
their bloom will wither and die.
 
[End-Chorus]
The rarest flowers grow up in the mountains,
up where it's close to the sky;
but if you pick them, take them to the city,
their bloom will wither and die,
their bloom will wither and die.