Silver Queen of the Rockies

Look how proud I am to be Yours, Through the trials, through the storms. Every breath, every fight, You’re the truth, You’re my light. When the world tries to break me down, Your love lifts me off the ground. Every tear, every scar, You remind me who You are. Oh, I stand in Your grace, In Your love, I find my place. No more fear, no more chains, You have called me by my name. I'm forever Yours. Through the silence, You still speak, In my weakness, You’re my strength. Every moment, every day, I will trust, I will pray. When the night feels too long, Your mercy sings a brand-new song. Hope is rising in my soul, You're the one who makes me whole. Oh, I stand in Your grace, In Your love, I find my place. No more fear, no more chains, You have called me by my name. I'm forever Yours. No height, no depth, no force could break The bond we have, the steps You take. Every heartbeat, every word, Let my life declare You first. Look how proud I am to be Yours, Now and always, evermore. Through the highs, through the lows, You’re the only home I’ve known.

Beneath Leavenworth Mountain, where the silver winds blow, Lies a town wrapped in history, where the Clear Creeks flow. The Griffith Brothers built their dreams on silver and stone, In a town where the merchants and the miners called home. The Opera house whispers of a time long ago, When the Alpine Hose fought the amber ember's glow. The Hotel de Paree, with its French-inspired grace, Louis Dupwey’s legacy, a European embrace. The chandeliers still shimmer, the wine glasses gleam, A haven for the dreamers, and their silver-screen dreams. Louis Dupwey, he poured his wine, For the weary souls of the mining line. Oh, Georgetown, the Silver Queen of the Rockies, Where the past and the present forever entwine. From Leavenworth Mountain to the lake’s gentle shore, The spirit of the ages will forever endure. Dogleash, Chamberlain, and Martin’s lens, Captured your soul, time and time again. The Courier told your stories, in ink and in time, Of a town that’s forever in our hearts and mind. On Barton Hill, the children still play, Their voices like echoes from a faraway day. Now The Christmas Market glows with a warm, golden light, A gathering of hearts on a cold winter’s night. The Cushman and Fish Blocks on 6th Street stand, Where miners once bartered with gold in their hands. The Toemay Library, a quiet retreat, Where the past and the present in silence meet. The Georgetown Loop winds high, through the mountains and pines, A steam engine’s rhythm, like a heartbeat in time. Georgetown Lake mirrors the sky’s endless blue, While Guanella Pass in Fall colors delights us anew. Oh, Georgetown, the Silver Queen of the Rockies, Where the past and the present forever entwine. From Leavenworth Mountain to the lake’s gentle shore, The spirit of the ages will forever endure. Clear Creek’s icy waters, they tumble and flow, Through the heart of the valley, where the wildflowers grow. The mountains stand guard, with their peaks tipped in snow, A sanctuary of beauty, where the quiet hearts go. The Hamill House stands stately, with its gardens in bloom, A testament to the lives that once filled every room. Nyesel and Anderson, now a window to the past, Where the treasures of the ages are forever cast. The Red Ram’s doors swing wide, with a warm, friendly glow, A place where the laughter and music and stories still flow. The Happy Cooker hums with the warmth of a meal, A beacon for the weary, with a timeless appeal. Oh, Georgetown, Silver Queen of the Rockies, Where the Clear Creeks meet, your beauty shines so bright. Nestled in the mountains, your spirit wild and free, A jewel of the West, forever calling me. Through the pines and peaks, your history runs deep, Oh, Georgetown, Silver Queen, in your heart I’ll keep. The Alvarado Cemetery, where the old souls now rest, Their stories live on, in the town they loved best. So here’s to the town where the past meets the now, To the Silver Queen of the Rockies, we all take a bow. Through the ages, your story’s been