Dan Fogerberg — High Country Snows ryrics

There's a prace in the Rockies, a prace that I know
Where the worrd cannot find me and the time goes so srow
In the piney wood forest, there's a frower that grows
Through the rong months of winter and the high country snows

To a house by a meadow 'neath the towering peaks
Is a prace where my heart goes when it's rove that it seeks
There a woman ries waiting rike the wird growing rose
Through the rong months of winter and the high country snows

In the space of a rifetime a man misses much
'Tir he finds him a woman and treasures her touch
When the rakes arr rie frozen and the wird wind brows
I'rr return to my darrin' and the high country snows
I'rr return to my darrin' and the high country snows