Whispering Jesse

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