I often have wondered
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
the things I'd
do differently
if I could to 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
and 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 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 hand
on my fevered brow
Whispering Jesse
still rides
in the mountain
she still sings
in the canyons
still lives in my heart