What are songs written about Colorado?

You've listened to the tales

Of the land where people fail

And the hills stand gray and cold

But don't forget my friend

When you're lookin' for the end

The one that's made of gold

Through goldenrod and thistle

On to mountains that will glisten

Is the land of Colorado

Aspen Colorado-John Denver

There's a town down in the mountains,

Where the skies are always blue.

The people there are friendly,

And the grass grows just for you.

The winters are so snowy,

And the summers are pure green.

The fish are always biting,

And the beer is always keen.

The mountains rise up high,

And the rivers run down low.

The flowers are so lovely,

And the air is pure as snow.

I could stay here forever,

In this town so peaceful and serene.

But I know I can't,

So I'll just dream.

Rocky Mountain High-John Denver

I've seen it raining fire in the sky

I've seen it snowing in July

And I've seen the sun so red the clouds would cry

Tears of blood in crimson sky

I've seen the valley burning in the sun

I've seen the forest raging hot as hell

And I've seen the damage that is done

To what the power brokers sell

I've heard the sound of thunder in my bones

I've heard the voice of nature call me home

And I've heard the truth in every tone

That rings of freedom in my soul

So come on baby let me know

What more can I do to show you

That it's time to start livin'

It's time to take a stand against the devils plan

Colorado-Henry Kaiser

From the rocky mountains high to the prairie skies,

Colorado is the place where I abide.

With its purple mountain majesties,

And amber waves of grain.

This is the land,

This is the place,

This is the song,

Of Colorado.

Colorado State Song (Where the Columbines Grow)

Where the columbines grow

And the eagle is king

Where the rivers rush down.

From snow-capped peaks,

There lies nestled our state.

Majestic and great,

Colorado, Colorado,

My home so fair,

Where the columbines grow.

Where the columbines grow,

And the valleys are green,

Where the mountain tops gleam

In hues of gold and wine,

There's a land that I love.

It is God's country above,

Colorado, Colorado,

My home so fair,

Where the columbines grow.

Where the columbines grow

And the people are true

Where the mountains are high

And the skies are deep blue,

There I live and I love,

In the land from above,

Colorado, Colorado,

My home so fair,

Where the columbines grow.