She’ll Never Be Mine Utah Phillips

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