My soul's buried beneath an aspen tree
in Cimarron, Colorado.
And it's buried in the name of my one true love
and a heart pierced by an arrow.
It neighbors a stream and it seems to me
that it's flown with holy water.
Lord, I love Texas.
God knows I do.
But I know I'm a mountain daughter.
Hurry up, honey, gotta get there fast.
All I need is you and a tank of gas.
Concrete jungle that's got no space is leaving
me aching for the day we can hold each other
by that mountain stream that's flowing with holy water.
Lord, I love Texas.
God knows I do.
But I know I'm a mountain daughter.
Colorado,
you're calling for me.
I can hear your voice
traveling on the breeze.
Colorado,
I'm longing for your valleys and your stars above.
I'll lay beneath them soon with the one I love.
I can hear the river and the sparrow sing,
calling me back home to the rural dream of building us a cabin
and a life up where my soul's at home and my mind is clear.
And there's a shorthand pointer ahead of cattle.
The kids are running wild.
Lord, I love Texas.
God knows I do.
But I'm going to raise a mountain child.
Colorado,
you're calling for me.
I can hear your voice
traveling on the breeze.
Colorado,
I'm longing for your valleys and your stars above.
I'll lay beneath them soon
with the one I love.
God
forbid the day
when I cannot touch his face.
Silence fills our space.
Lord,
I beg of thee that for eternity we will be
buried beneath that aspen tree
in Cimarron,
Colorado.
The one that's bearing the name of my one
true love and a heart pierced by an arrow.