I often had wand ered, in dee p con templation
It s eems that the mind runs wi ld whe n you? re all alone
The way that it could b e, the ways that i t should be
Th ings I?d do d iffe rent ly, if I could do them again
I?ve always loved springtime , the passin g of winter
The gre en of the new lea ves and life goin? on
The promi se of morning, the long da ys of summer
Wa rm nights of loving h er, bene ath th e bright stars
I?m just an old cowboy , from high Color ado
To ol d to rid e anym ore, too blind to see
I sl eep in the city now, away fr om m y mountains
Away from the cab in w e al ways c alled home
I dr eamed I left there, on an old pal amino
Whisp ering Je sse rode right by my side
I lo ng to hold her, to he ar h er soft breathing
The tou ch of her cool ha nd, on m y fevered brow
Whi spering Jes se, stil l rides in the mountains