| The twilight shadows deepen into night, dear
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| The city lights are gleaming o’er the snow
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| I sit alone beside the cheery fire dear
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| I’m dreaming dreams from out the long ago
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| I fancy it is springtime in the mountain
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| The flowers with their colors are aflame
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| And ev’ry day I hear you softly saying
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| «I'll wait until the springtime comes again»
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| When it’s springtime in the rockies
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| I am coming back to you
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| Little sweetheart of the mountains
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| With your bonny eyes of blue
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| Once again I’ll say «I love you»
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| While the birds sing all the day
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| When it’s springtime in the rockies
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| In the rockies, far away
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| When it’s springtime in the rockies
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| I am coming back to you
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| Little sweetheart of the mountains
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| With your bonny eyes of blue
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| Once again I’ll say «I love you»
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| While the birds sing all the day
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| When it’s springtime in the rockies
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| In the rockies, far away
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| I’ve kept your image guarded in my heart, dear
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| I’ve kept my love for you, as pure as dew
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| I’m longing for the time when I shall come, dear
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| Back to that dear, old western home and you
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| I fancy it is springtime in the mountains
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| The maple leaves in first sky-green appear
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| I hear you softly say, my queen of Maytime
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| «This springtime you have come to meet me here»
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| When it’s springtime in the rockies
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| I am coming back to you
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| Little sweetheart of the mountains
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| With your bonny eyes of blue
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| Once again I’ll say «I love you»
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| While the birds sing all the day
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| When it’s springtime in the rockies
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| In the rockies, far away |