Three miles from a four lane on a two lane in Boulder
I found my true lover playin' a mandolin
Sunshine was bright and the flowers were bloomin'
Aspens were talkin' and swayin' in the wind
That was the summer I learned to fly
I was his wildflower in the sky
His memory comes back like a deep canyon echo
Sings to me sweetly like night birds on a limb
Woven in moonlight upon a bed of clover
His words wrap around me like a blanket on the skin
That was the summer I learned to fly
I was his wildflower in the sky
We were Rocky Mountain high
Wе were like wildflowеrs in the sky
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