The green of the new leaves and life goin' on
The way that it could be, the ways that it should be
And I dream I left there on an old Palomino
I long to hold her, to hear her soft breathing
The promise of morning, the long days of summer
I'm just an old cowboy from high Colorado
The touch of her cool hands on my fevered brow
Warm nights of loving her beneath the bright stars
Things I'd do differently if I could do them again
Whispering Jesse rode right by my side
Away from the cabin we always called home
I sleep in the city now, away from my mountains
I've always loved spring time, the passing of winter
Whispering Jesse still rides in the mountains
Too old to ride anymore, too blind to see
