Whispering Jesse

John Denver2004年11月4日


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


Things I'd do differently if I could do them again


I've always loved 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 I dream 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