He was born in the summer of his 27th year,coming home to a place he'd never been before.He left yesterday behind himyou might say he was born again,might say he found a key for every door.When he first came to the mountainsHis life was far awayon the road and hanging by a song.But the strings already brokenand he doesn't really care,it keeps changin' fast, and it don't last for long.It's a Colorado Rocky Mountain High,I've seen it raining fire in the skyThe shadows from the starlight are softer than a lullabye.Rocky Mountain High, ...in Colorado....Rocky Mountain High.
He climbed cathedral mountains, he saw silver clouds below,saw everything as far as you can see.And they say that he got crazy once and that hetried to touch the sun,and he lost a friend, but kept the memory.Now he walks in quiet solitude, the forest and the stream,seeking grace in every step he takes,his sight is turned inside himself, to try andunderstand, the serenity of a clear blue mountain lake.
And the Colorado Rocky Mountain High,I've seen it raining fire in the skyYou can talk to God and listen to the casual reply.Rocky Mountain High, ....in Colorado....Rocky Mountain High.
Now his life is full of wonder,but his heart still knows some fear,of the simple things he can not comprehend.Why they try to tear the mountains downto bring in a couple more.More people, more scars upon the land.
It's the Colorado Rocky Mountain High,I've seen it raining fire in the skyI know he'd be a poorer man if he never saw an Eagle flyRocky mountain highIt's the Colorado Rocky Mountain High,I've seen it raining fire in the sky.Friend around the camp fire and everybody's high....Rocky Mountain High, Rocky Mountain High,Rocky Mountain High,Rocky Mountain High.