About the Song
“Whispering Jesse” by John Denver is a tender and introspective folk ballad that showcases Denver’s heartfelt lyrics and gentle melodies. Released in 1977 as part of his album “Spirit,” “Whispering Jesse” stands as a testament to Denver’s ability to convey deep emotions through his music.
From the first gentle strum of the guitar, “Whispering Jesse” creates a sense of serenity and contemplation. Denver’s soothing vocals draw listeners in, inviting them to embark on a journey of reflection and introspection.
At its core, “Whispering Jesse” is a tribute to the power of nature and the wisdom that can be found in its quiet whispers. The lyrics, penned by Denver himself, paint a vivid picture of a solitary traveler seeking solace and guidance in the natural world.
As the song unfolds, Denver’s emotive delivery conveys a sense of wonder and reverence for the beauty of the natural world. His vocals are accompanied by gentle instrumentation that complements the song’s tranquil mood, creating a sense of harmony and tranquility.
“Whispering Jesse” resonates with listeners on a deeply personal level, tapping into the universal experience of seeking solace and inspiration in the world around us. Its timeless melody and heartfelt lyrics continue to captivate audiences, serving as a reminder of the profound connection between humanity and the natural world.
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Lyrics
I often have wondered in deep contemplation
It seems that the mind runs wild when you’re all alone
The ways that it could be, the ways that it should be
Things I’d do differently if I could do them again
I’ve always loved springtime, the passing of winter
The green of the new leaves, and life going on
The promise of morning, the long days of summer
Warm nights of loving beneath the night stars
I’m just an old cowboy from high Colorado
Too old to ride anymore, too blind to see
I sleep in the city now, away from my mountains
Away from the cabin we always called home
I dreamed I left there on an old Palamino
And whispering Jesse rode right by my side
I longed to hold her, to hear her soft breathing
The touch of her cool hands on my fevered brow
Whispering Jesse
Still rides in the mountain
Still sings in the canyon
Still lives in my heart
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