He was born in the summer of his twenty seventh year,
Comin’ home to a place he’d never been before.
He left yesterday behind him, you might say he was born again,
You might say he found a key for ev’ry door.
When he first came to the mountains his life was for away,
On the road and hangin’ by a song.
But the strings already broken and he doesn’t really care,
It keeps changin’ fast and it don’t last for long.
But the Colorado Rocky Mountain high, I’ve seen it rainin’ fire in the sky.
The shadow from the starlight is softer than a lullaby.
Rocky Mountain high, in Colorado, Rocky Mountain high, in Colorado.
He climbed cathedral mountains, he saw silver clouds below,
He saw ev’rything as far as you can see.
And they say that he got crazy once and he tried to touch the sun
And he lost a friend but kept the memory.
Now he walks in quiet solitude, the forests and the streams
Seeking grace in ev’ry step he takes.
His sight has turned inside himself to try and understand
The serenity of a clear blue mountain lake.
And the Colorado Rocky Mountain high, I’ve seen it rainin’ fire in the sky.
Talk to God and listen to the casual reply.
Rocky Mountain high, in Colorado. Rocky Mountain high, in Colorado.
Now his life is full of wonder, but his heart still knows some fear
Of a simple thing he cannot comprehend.
Why they try to tear the mountains down to bring in a couple more,
More people, more scars upon the land.
And the Colorado Rocky Mountain high, I’ve seen it rainin’ fire in the sky.
I know he’d be a poorer man if he never saw an eagle fly. Rocky Mountain high.
It’s a Colorado Rocky Mountain high, I’ve seen it rainin’ fire in the sky.
Friends around the campfire and ev’rybody’s high.
Rocky Mountain high, in Colorado. Rocky Mountain high, in Colorado.
Rocky Mountain high.
1972 – John Denver – Album: Rocky Mountain High