She came down to the Salt River Canyon with a slow burning fire in her eyes
I was overcome by a yearning to hold her and tell her sweet lies
I heard tell of a prospector’s daughter who lived on the high timberline
Flames of passion have never burned hotter when the moment her sweet lips touched mine
And our love filled the salt river canyon that night
Her golden hair shown in the silvery moon light
As we held each other the stars in the sky
Could not compare to the fire in her eyes
The fire in her eyes.
Well she’s wild like the raging Salt River and in the morning she’ll be moving on
And I know I can hold her forever If i could just hold back the dawn.