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

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

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

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

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

The rarest flowers grow up in the mountains

up where its close to the sky

but if you pick them, take them to the city their bloom will wither and die