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In the midst of Pine and Aspen trees / I sit enjoying the mountain breeze
And smile to have my family near / And not to have a single care.

The fire is glowing, the smoke ascends / With times like this my spirit mends
And Life moves at a slower pace / It's nice to be out of the old rat race

The Rocky Mountains heal. / Their whisper I can feel.

The trees reach high, and the mountains climb.
The streams run clear, and I'm led to rhyme.
The rain falls down, and we enjoy the time
	while here.

The Rocky Mountains heal.
Their whisper I can feel.

The birds sing sweet, and the river laughs. / And we all make fun, of Paul's verbal gaffes.
I smile to have my family near / And not to have a single care.

The brisket smokes and will cook all night. / Weak batteries provide a dim flashlight.
But it's nice to know what real darkness is, / that's so unknown to us city kids.

The Rocky Mountains heal. / Their whisper I can feel.

The trees reach high, and the mountains climb.
The streams run clear, and I'm led to rhyme.
The rain falls down, and we enjoy the time
	while here.

The Rocky Mountains heal.
Their whisper I can feel.

The trees reach high, and the mountains climb.
The streams run clear, and I'm led to rhyme.
The rain falls down, and we enjoy the time
	while here.

The Rocky Mountains heal.