My love is a river where the white waters pour I've hunted and trapped her through the Gates of Ladore She sings through a curtain of cold mountain rain Where I dug her bright silver in the high Coeur d'Alene She'll never be mine She'll never be mine I've won all her treasures so simple and fine I guess she'll never be mine My love's a cantina where I drink with my friends; I've called her Dolores or sometimes Cheyenne; I followed her begging all over the West; My love is a headlight on the midnight express She'll never be mine She'll never be mine I've won all her treasures so simple and fine I guess she'll never be mine My love is Montana and the high Douglas fir Many long summers I've laboured for her My love is the wind rows of dry autumn corn That grew on the land where my children were born She'll never be mine She'll never be mine I've won all her treasures so simple and fine I guess she'll never be mine My love is the life that a boomer will lead You bought her with lies and you chained her with greed My love is a dreamer, I'll follow the dream You say she's a beggar, I say she's a queen Some day she'll be mine Some day she'll be mine I've won all her treasures so simple and fine I know some day she'll be mine