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