| Lyrics: | 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,
The things I'd do
differently if I could to them again.
I've always loved springtime, the passing if
winter,
The green of the new leaves, and life going on.
The promise of morning, the long
days of summer,
And warm nights of loving beneath the night 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 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,
She still sings in the
canyon,
Still lives in my heart |
