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
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