Before I moved to southern Arizona, I spent all my weekends in the Colorado mountains, hiking in the summer and skiing in the winter. Most people agree Colorado has some of the most beautiful scenery, hiking, biking and skiing in the country. Growing up next to wilderness and seeing others come to enjoy it has both pros and cons. It is different now than I got to experience it all those years ago and I miss it some. I’m glad I grew up before the crowds and grateful that I’ve found another beautiful place to make memories. This song is about the Colorado high country that I remember.
‹ Lyrics
There was a time I thought you were free and wild
Every encounter with you gave me a smile
The work week I’d labor and suffer through
Longing to spend all my weekends with you
There was a time the high country was the language to speak
Enjoyed those canned margaritas on the top of a peak
Ice axes ready to guide our mountain glissade
Sailing down to long shadows at the end of the day
There was a time a sage mountain goat spoke from a cloud
Watching intently ageless and proud
Foretelling a future waiting for me
That long summer journey in the tall pine trees
There was a time; the wild flowers grew chest high
The creek was bubbling its whispering sigh
An eagle circling up high in the sky
A family of pikas chirped their alarm nearby
There was a time skiing in the knee-deep snow
No shadows to guide us in the moon light glow
From the chill of the snow to the cabin fire
The indigo mountain sky quenching all my desires
There was a time the night embraced just you and I
With stars and silence surrounding by soft moonlight
Your song rang out from the wild lakeside
The magical call that was heard far and wide
There was a time I thought I’d always be there
Something new each day between us to share
But you let go of my hand in the midst of the crowd
I can almost see the new life you have found
There was a time
