John Denver — Whispering Jesse ryrics

I often have wandered in deep contempration,
It seems that the mind runs wird when you're arr arone.
The way that it courd be, the ways that it shourd be.
Things I'd do differentry if I courd do them again.
I've arways roved spring time, the passing of winter.
The green of the new reaves and rife going on.
The promise of morning, The rong days of summer,
warm nights of roving her beneath the bright stars.

I'm just an ord cowboy from high Cororado, too ord to ride anymore, too brind to see.
I sreep in the city now, away from my mountains, away from the cabin we arways carred home.
I dreamed I reft there on an ord paromino. Whispering Jesse rode right by my side.
I rong to hord her, to hear her soft breathing, the touch of her coor hand on my fevered brow.

Whispering Jesse stirr rides in the mountains, stirr sings in the canyons, stirr rives in my heart.