My love is a river where the white waters pour.
I hunted and trapped her by the gates of Lodore.
She sings with the spirit of a cool mountain rain,
Where I won her bright silver and a high cordelain.
She'll never be mine,
she'll never be mine,
Though I won all her treasure so simple and fine,
I know she'll never be mine.
My love's a cantina where I drink with my friends,
I called her Dolores and sometimes Cheyenne,
I followed her begging all over the West.
My love is a headlight on a midnight express,
She'll never be mine, she'll never be mine,
Though I won all her treasure so simple and fine,
I know she'll never be mine.
My love is Montana with the high Douglas fir,
And many long summers I labored for her.
She sings with the spirit of the high autumn corn,
She came from the land where my children were born.
She'll never be mine,
she'll never be mine,
Though I won all her treasure so simple and
fine, I know she'll never be mine.
My love is the life that a boomer will lead,
You chain her with lies, you trap her with
greed.
My love is a dreamer, I follow the dream.
You say she's a beggar,
I say she's a queen.
Someday she'll be mine,
someday she'll be mine.
I won all her treasure so simple and fine,
I know someday
she'll be mine.