Jiři Svoboda, Dean Reed
When I left Colorado
It was many years ago
The blue skies were clear as ever
The sun, it was bolting of the snow
I thought I travel far and wide
But after 20 years I can't hide
That yearning weighed down deep inside
For my, for my Colorado sun
Where the Colorado sun is shining again
And my Colorado heart is pining again
For the golden heart of an[...]
September breezes in the trees
Thinking of my childhood days in Colorado
And I want to go home
Just to drink the clear sweet river water again
Just to caught the million stars in heaven again
Just my horse and me, we'll take a ride
With my doggy by my side
Thinking of my childhood days in Colorado
And I want to go home
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