My Wild Mountain Rose

No one knows where she came from,

No one knows where she goes.

I can't help it, I love her.

My wild mountain Rose.

Hiking a trail in the dark north woods,

Just enjoying nature, feeling at ease,

A flesh colored blur raced past me.

Long red hair bouncing in the breeze.

I watched her until she was out of sight.

Up the trail and across the ridge,

Jumped a ravine, ran down the hill,

And sped across a long swinging bridge.

No one knows where she came from,

No one knows where she goes.

I can't help it, I love her.

My wild mountain Rose.

I return to the trail, a few times a year,

To track her down and maybe meet.

Express my feeling of love at first sight,

I can only hope she feels the same heat.

She has been spotted by hikers on the trail.

Saw her coming, but can’t say where she goes.

Running like a deer with what God gave her.

Where is she staying, where is her clothes?

No one knows where she came from,

No one knows where she goes.

I can't help it, I love her.

My wild mountain Rose.

If she got to know me, she would love me.

I hope someday she gets the chance.

The next time she comes running past,

I hope she takes more than a glance.

No one knows where she came from,

No one knows where she goes.

I can't help it, I love her.

My wild mountain Rose.

I just want to hold her,

My wild mountain Rose.