Tekster: Jim Lauderdale. High Timberline.

I went out walkin' up high timberline
Snow fell like kisses, the air sweet as wine
Callin' me back to the days you were mine
So close to heaven, up high timberline

So close to heaven, up high timberline
Way up on high timberline

Remember our love, do this for me
For I think of you all the time
Whenever the wind, howls lonesome and free
From the peaks of the high timberline

Like a vision of angels, the higher I climb
A mare and a stallion with traces so fine
Stepping like dancers in three-quarter time
The ghost of white horses on high timberline

The ghost of white horses on high timberline
Way up on high timberline

Remember our love, do this for me
For I think of you all the time
Whenever the wind, howls lonesome and free
From the peaks of the high timberline

I love you and I always will
Although we for evermore part
Sierra Nevada remembers us still
Holds our love deep in her heart

For shame that the sun showed its face on the day
You and the rose on your cheeks slipped away
The promises love made between us still shine
When we rode white horses, up high timberline

Dancing white horses, up high timberline
Way up on high timberline