I’ve Seen the Mountains Falling

I’ve seen the mountains falling, heard the mighty canyons ring with Colorado thunder and clear blue mountain streams, I’ve seen the nights grow brighter and the days just shine in gold, been looking for El Dorado in the mountain of my dreams.

I hear the eagles calling, see torches in the sky, went off to Colorado, had a gleaming in my eye, there I found my measure was a bird upon the wing and the mountains’ greatest treasure is the way the aspen sing.

I guess you might get crazy thinking you’re going to die, you drive your body pounding, waste beauty on your way, you turn your only fortune into gambling your life away, when El Dorado’s being on a Colorado Day.

I wish I’d seen the world, been a woman and a man, felt the grip of dry starvation and sailed the Rio Grande, I’d be a farmer, mountaineer, write a book about the mind, but lay me down a fossil in Colorado land.