High on the mountain where the wild flowers grow
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I fell in love with my wild mountain Rose
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Rose lived high on the mountain with the bright lights of the city below
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She dreamed of the day we would go there just me and my wild mountain Rose
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But like the wild wind I drifted from her far below to the bright lights of town
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I promised to come back and get her but time passed and I'd let her down
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Now high on the mountain where the wild flowers grow
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There's nothing but mem'ries of my wild mountain Rose
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One night in town they told me of this beauty in a place where lonely men go
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And they talked of her red lips and her black hair
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And they called her their wild mountain Rose
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And tonight I saw Rose for the first time in town in her new city clothes
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And I'm to blame for the scarlet light that's burning
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In the life of my wild mountain Rose
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Now down in the valley where the lonely wind blows
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I lost the love of my wild mountain Rose
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Wild Mountain Rose
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| Conway Twitty |
