My Grandpa used to play this one on the Harmonica. He taught my cousin and me the lyrics and we would sing along.
When its spring time in the Rockies
I'll be coming back to you
Little sweetheart of the mountains
with your Bonny eyes of Blue
Once again I'll say I love you
While the birds sing overhead
When its spring time in the Rockies
The rock is far away.
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