Whispering Jesse

I often have wandered in deep contemplation

It seems that the mind runs wild when you're all alone

The way that it could be

The way that it should be

An' things I'd do differently if I could do them again

I've always loved the spring time the passing of winter

The green of the new leaves and life goin' on

The promise of morning

The long days of summer

Warm nights of loving her beneath the bright stars

I'm just an old cowboy from high Colorado

I'm too old to ride anymore too blind to see

I sleep in the city now

Away from my mountains

Away from the cabin we always called home

I dreamed I left there

On an old Palomino

Whispering Jesse rode right by my side

I long to hold her

To hear her soft breathing

The touch of her cool hands on my fevered brow

Whispering Jesse still rides in the mountains

Still sings in the canyons

Still lives in my heart

Whispering Jesse Live) - John Denver