| Blue mountain, your deep
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| Blue mountain, your sides are steep
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| Blue mountain, with a horse head on your side
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| You’ve stolen my love to keep
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| You’ve stolen my love to keep
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| Well, I was born in a maid’s room in Texas
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| All the and come around
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| My days there were trouble, and restless
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| All the bad news I looked for I’ve found
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| Well, my welcome won’t down in Texas
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| For reasons you probably know
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| So I roped, and I broke, and rambled to
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| Where the sage in the canyon grew
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| Now I
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| I drank at the Blue Goose Saloon
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| And I dance all night with the Mormon girls
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| Ride home, my way lit by the moon
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| And oh, here is a snake in the rainbow
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| And here is he balsam in boughs
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| And here are the ladders of light up to heaven
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| A blue mountain is all I need now
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| Oh, what kind of was the evening?
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| To scatter her diamonds behind?
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| We’re all given the first and the last love
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| The blue mountain will be both of mine |