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"(L.E. White - B.J. White - Charles Haney) High on the mountain Where the wild flowers grow I fell in love with My wild mountain Rose. Rose lived high on the mountain With the bright lights of the city below She dreamed of the day we would go there Just me and my wild mountain Rose. But like the wild wind I drifted from her Far below to the bright lights of town I promised to come back and get her But time passed and I'd let her down. Now high on the mountain Where the wild flowers grow There's nothing but mem'ries Of my wild mountain Rose. One night in town they told me Of this beauty in a place where lonely men go And they talked of her red lips and her black hair And they called her their wild mountain Rose. And tonight I saw Rose for the first time In town in her new city clothes And I'm to blame for the scarlet light that's burning In the life of my wild mountain Rose. Now down in the valley Where the lonely wind blows I lost the love of my Wild mountain Rose... "