(Bill Fries, Chip Davis)

From the album Wolf Creek Pass

When the skies are gray, and the wind is cold, I remember How the snow was silver, and the leaves were gold when I left her It was early mornin', on a Rocky Mountain September And she was gone

Well now it's five AM an' I'm a hunnert an' ten miles from Denver
An' the snow is silver an' the leaves are gold an' I miss her
'Cause it's another mornin' on a another mountain September
An' I'm alone

Yeah, we climbed the mountain together, an' we stood on top a' the world But now I gotta remember it all alone

When the fire is warm, an' the sun is cool, in November When my heart is young, and my mind is old, I remember An early mornin', on a Rocky Mountain September And she's gone

Well now it's fall again an' I'm a thousand miles from nowhere
An' I can can hear her voice an' I see her smile an' I miss her
An' it's another mornin' on another mountain September
An' I'm alone

Yeah, we climbed the mountain together, an' we stood on top a' the world But now I gotta try to remember it all alone