She was born in the brief mountain springtime Blue in the late mountain snow And she grew in the sunlight of summer But she knew when the aspen turned gold That she had grown old
[Chorus] Columbine, columbine Blue in the Rockies Will I miss you, while you were away? Will I see you next summer, wild on the mountain? Will you be there, when I pass your way?
She was there in the brief mountain springtime Blue in the late mountain snow And we lived in the sunlight of summer But I knew when the aspen turned gold That I had grown old
[Chorus] Columbine, columbine Blue in the Rockies Will you miss me, when I've gone away? Will I see you next summer, wild on the mountain? Will you be there, when I pass your way?
Columbine, columbine Blue in the Rockies Will you miss me, when I've gone away?
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