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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

Still sings in the canyons, still lives in my heart

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