Whispering Jesse

I often have wondered in deep contemplation

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

The ways 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 going on

The promise of morning, the long days of summer

Warm nights of loving beneath the night stars

I'm just an old cowboy from high Colorado

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 Palamino

And whispering Jesse rode right by my side

I longed to hold her, to hear her soft breathing

The touch of her cool hands on my fevered brow

Whispering Jesse

Still rides in the mountain

Still sings in the canyon

Still lives in my heart