When it's springtime in the rockies
(När det våras ibland bergen)
T: Mary Hale Woolsay & Milt Taggart
M: Robert Sauer
The twilight shadows deepen into night dear,
the city lights are gleaming o'er the snow.
I sit alone beside the cherry fire dear,
I'm dreaming dreams from out that long ago.
I fancy it is springtime in the mountains,
the fllowers with their colors are a flame.
And every day I hear you softly saying:
"I'll wait until the springtime comes again."
When it's springtime in the rockies,
I am coming back to you.
Little sweet-heart of the mountains,
with your bonny eyes of blue.
Once agan I'll say: "I love you"
while the birds sing all the day,
When it's springtime in the rockies,
in the rockies far away.
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