I often have wandered in deep contemplation, 我经常徘徊在深深的沉思，

It seems that the mind runs wild when you're all alone. 看来，记住，当你独自一人狂奔。

The way that it could be, the ways that it should be. 它可能是这样的，它应该是的方式。

Things I'd do differently if I could do them again. 我会做不同的事情，如果我能再次做到这些。

I've always loved spring time, the passing of winter. 我一直喜欢春天的时候，冬天的过客。

The green of the new leaves and life going on. 新叶和生活的绿色回事。

The promise of morning, The long days of summer, 早晨的承诺，夏长天，

warm nights of loving her beneath the bright stars. 爱她下的明亮恒星的温暖的夜晚。

   

I'm just an old cowboy from high Colorado, too old to ride anymore, too blind to see. 我只是一个老牛仔由高科罗拉多州，太老了，骑了，太盲目看。

I sleep in the city now, away from my mountains, away from the cabin we always called home. 我睡在现在的城市，离我的山，远离我们总是打电话回家机舱。

I dreamed I left there on an old palomino. Whispering Jesse rode right by my side. 我梦见我离开那里的老帕洛米诺。花落杰西在我身边右侧骑。

I long to hold her, to hear her soft breathing, the touch of her cool hand on my fevered brow. 我长长地抱着她，听到她柔软的呼吸，她很酷的手在我滚烫的额头触。

   

Whispering Jesse still rides in the mountains, still sings in the canyons, still lives in my heart. 花落杰西仍然骑在山上，还是唱的峡谷，仍然生活在我的心脏。