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#From: [email protected] (MR KEN L REYNOLDS)
#Date: Wed, 22 Oct 1997 12:34:27, -0500
#Subject: whispering_jesse_by_john_denver
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#song: Whispering Jesse
#artist: John Denver
#album: Higher Ground
#transcribed: Ken Reynolds
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#I was saddened by the recent loss of John Denver and the songs that
#will never be. This selection is a song by John for his daughter. I
#hope you all enjoy it.
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#Whispering Jesse
#John Denver (klr)
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[D]I often had wand[G]ered, [A]in dee[Bm]p co[G]ntemplation [D]
[G]It [A]seems that the mind[D] runs w[A]ild wh[G]en you[Bm]?re all alone [A]
The way[G] that it could b[D]e, the ways [G]that i[A]t should be [D]
Th[G]ings I?d do d[A]iffer[D-A-G]ently, if I could do th[A]em again [D]
[D]I?ve always loved springtime[G], the [A]passin[Bm]g of [G]winter [D]
[G]The gre[A]en of the new lea[D]ves[A-G] and life goi[Bm]n? on [A]
The promi[G]se of morning, [D]the long da[G]ys of[A] summer [D]
Wa[G]rm nights[A] of loving h[D]er, [A-G]beneath [A]the bright stars [D]
[D]I?m just an old cowboy[G], from[A] high [Bm]Color[G]ado [D]
[G]To ol[A]d to rid[D]e anym[A-G]ore, too blind t[Bm]o see [A]
I sl[G]eep in the city [D]now, away fr[G-A]om my mountains [D]
[G]Aw[-A]ay from the cabi[D-A-G]n we always[A] called home [D]
[D]I dr[G]eamed I left[D] there, on an[G] old pal[A]amino [D]
[G]Whisp[A]ering Jes[D-A-G]se rode righ[Bm]t by my side [A]
I lo[G]ng to hold[D] her, to he[G]ar h[A]er soft breathing [D]
[G]The tou[A]ch of her cool han[D-A-G]d, on my fever[A]ed brow [D]
Whi[A]spering Jess[D-A-G]e, still rid[A]es in the mountains[D]
[G]Still sings i[A]n the canyons[D], still [G]lives[A] in my heart [D]
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#From: [email protected] (MR KEN L REYNOLDS)
#Date: Wed, 22 Oct 1997 12:34:27, -0500
#Subject: whispering_jesse_by_john_denver
#
#song: Whispering Jesse
#artist: John Denver
#album: Higher Ground
#transcribed: Ken Reynolds
#
#I was saddened by the recent loss of John Denver and the songs that
#will never be. This selection is a song by John for his daughter. I
#hope you all enjoy it.
#
#
#Whispering Jesse
#John Denver (klr)
#
#
[D]I often had wand[G]ered, [A]in dee[Bm]p co[G]ntemplation [D]
[G]It [A]seems that the mind[D] runs w[A]ild wh[G]en you[Bm]?re all alone [A]
The way[G] that it could b[D]e, the ways [G]that i[A]t should be [D]
Th[G]ings I?d do d[A]iffer[D-A-G]ently, if I could do th[A]em again [D]
[D]I?ve always loved springtime[G], the [A]passin[Bm]g of [G]winter [D]
[G]The gre[A]en of the new lea[D]ves[A-G] and life goi[Bm]n? on [A]
The promi[G]se of morning, [D]the long da[G]ys of[A] summer [D]
Wa[G]rm nights[A] of loving h[D]er, [A-G]beneath [A]the bright stars [D]
[D]I?m just an old cowboy[G], from[A] high [Bm]Color[G]ado [D]
[G]To ol[A]d to rid[D]e anym[A-G]ore, too blind t[Bm]o see [A]
I sl[G]eep in the city [D]now, away fr[G-A]om my mountains [D]
[G]Aw[-A]ay from the cabi[D-A-G]n we always[A] called home [D]
[D]I dr[G]eamed I left[D] there, on an[G] old pal[A]amino [D]
[G]Whisp[A]ering Jes[D-A-G]se rode righ[Bm]t by my side [A]
I lo[G]ng to hold[D] her, to he[G]ar h[A]er soft breathing [D]
[G]The tou[A]ch of her cool han[D-A-G]d, on my fever[A]ed brow [D]
G - A - D G - A - D G - A - Bm - G - A
Whi[A]spering Jess[D-A-G]e, still rid[A]es in the mountains[D]
[G]Still sings i[A]n the canyons[D], still [G]lives[A] in my heart [D]
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