Mountain Love Song

I see you in the aspen trees
And in the morning sun.
Your voice is on the gentle breeze
That comes when day is done.

Your face is in the mountain flowers
And in the mountain streams.
You hold me in my waking hours
And you are in my dreams.

Come stay with me, girl of my dreams,
And you and I will sing
Of golden flowers and golden hours
And winter turned to spring.

Of golden flowers and golden hours
And winter turned to spring.