| I often have wandered in deep contemplation
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| It seems that the mind runs wild when you’re all alone
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| the way that it could be, the ways that it should be things I’do differently if I could do them again
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| I’ve always loved spring time, the passing of winter
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| the green of the new leaves, the life goin’on
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| the promise of morning, the long days of summer
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| warm nights of lo-ving her beneath the bright stars
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| I’m just an old cowboy from high Colorado
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| too old to ride anymore, to blind to see
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| I sleep in the city now, away from my mountains
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| away from the cab-in we always called home
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| I dream I left there on an old palomino
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| whispering Jesse rode right by my side
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| I long to hold her, to hear her soft breathing
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| the touch of her cool hands on my fevered brow
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| Wispering Jesse still rides in the mountains
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| still sings in the canyons
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| still lives in my heart |