There is a bamboo tree that blooms   Only once in a hundred years   This is the year, your wedding year   And the bamboo blossoms just for you      For you the Columbine is blue   The paint brush flames upon the hills   For Allison and Denver John   A double sunrise lights the dawn      I've watched you blossom since you've met   You've made a garden out of love   With splendid flowers and bowered paths   Where I am satisfied to walk      There was a thorn in Denver's side   That Allison has pruned and clipped   A sorrow Allison could hide   That Denver soothed and comforted      Each tending to the others need   Tears and smiles looked after now   The thorns and sorrows have their place   In proper balance like the stars      You are, both brave and beautiful   My brother, whom I've loved for life   And now a sister, newly mine   To love and treasure day and night      Home to the mountains, then we come   To celebrate in unison   All peace, and pleasure, joy and bliss   To Denver John and Allison      Today for you the Columbine is blue   The paint brush flames upon the hill   For Allison and Denver John   A double sunrise lights the dawn