I saw her for the first time in a small cafe
Where I was pickin' songs just to get along
A Denver woman so fine she took my breath away
When she smiled and said I sure do like your songs
At first I think she came just to dig my music
But later on a special gold filled her eyes
Warmer than the sweet red wine she's drinkin'
What comes next I suppose is no surprise
'Cause the first time she let go was in my arms
She's as pure as a Rocky Mountain airy breeze
She said I always knew that it would take a special man for me
And the first time she let go it was me
Nights get cold when the snow falls in the Rockies
But the fireplace has a warm and friendly glow
I've got my friends, my guitar and my Denver woman
And I remember well the first time she let go
'Cause the first time she let go was in my arms
She's as pure as a Rocky Mountain airy breeze
She said I always knew that it would take a special man for me
And the first time she let go, Lord, it was me