John Denver - Whispering Jesse

^DI often had wand^Gered, ^Ain dee^Bmp co^Gntemplation^{D G}It ^Aseems that the mind^D runs w^Aild wh^Gen you^Bm're all alone^A The way^G that it could b^De, the ways ^Gthat i^At should be^D Th^Gings I'd do d^Aiffer^D-A-Gently, if I could do th^Aem again^{D D}I've always loved springtime^G, the ^Apassin^Bmg of ^Gwinter^{D G}The gre^Aen of the new lea^Dves^A-G and life goi^Bmn' on^A The promi^Gse of morning, ^Dthe long da^Gys of^A summer^D Wa^Grm nights^A of loving h^Der, ^A-Gbeneath ^Athe bright stars^{D D}I'm just an old cowboy^G, from^A high ^BmColor^Gado^{D G}To ol^Ad to rid^De anym^A-Gore, too blind t^Bmo see^A I sl^Geep in the city ^Dnow, away fr^G-Aom my mountains^{D G}Aw^-Aay from the cabi^D-A-Gn we always^A called home^{D D}I dr^Geamed I left^D there, on an^G old pal^Aomino^{D G}Whisp^Aering Jes^D-A-Gse rode righ^Bmt by my side^A I lo^Gng to hold^D her, to he^Gar h^Aer soft breathing^{D G}The tou^Ach of her cool han^D-A-Gd, on my fever^Aed brow^D

Whi^Aspering Jess^D-A-Ge, still rid^Aes in the mountains^{D G}Still sings i^An the canyons^D, still ^Glives^A in my heart^D