John Denver

I often had wandered, in deep contemplation
It seems that the mind runs wild when you?re all alone
The way that it could be, the ways that it should be
Things I?d do differently, if I could do them again
I?ve always loved springtime, 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
To 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 palamino
Whispering Jesse rode right by my side
I long to hold her, to hear her soft breathing
The touch of her cool hand, on my fevered brow

Whispering Jesse, still rides in the mountains
Still sings in the canyons, still lives in my heart
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