John Denver (Roswell, Nuevo México, 31 de diciembre de 1943 - Pacific Grove, California, 12 de octubre de 1997), nacido como Henry John Deutschendorf, Jr. en Roswell, Nuevo México. Murió con 53 años de edad en la costa de Monterey, California cuando pilotaba un Rutan Long-EZ, un avión experimental de fibra de vidrio. Fue tal vez el principal exponente de la música country de EEUU. Dedicó su vida a cantarle a la naturaleza, las relaciones y los valores humanos y a la preservacion de la vida.
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
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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)
DGABmGD I often had wandered, in deep contemplation GADAGBmA It seems that the mind runs wild when you?re all alone GDGAD The way that it could be, the ways that it should be GAD-A-GAD Things I?d do differently, if I could do them again
DGABmGD I?ve always loved springtime, the passing of winter GADA-GBmA The green of the new leaves and life goin? on GDGAD The promise of morning, the long days of summer GADA-GAD Warm nights of loving her, beneath the bright stars
DGABmGD I?m just an old cowboy, from high Colorado GADA-GBmA To old to ride anymore, too blind to see GDG-AD I sleep in the city now, away from my mountains G -AD-A-GAD Away from the cabin we always called home
DGDGAD I dreamed I left there, on an old palamino GAD-A-GBmA Whispering Jesse rode right by my side GDGAD I long to hold her, to hear her soft breathing GAD-A-GAD The touch of her cool hand, on my fevered brow
G - A - DG - A - DG - A - Bm - G - A
AD-A-GAD Whispering Jesse, still rides in the mountains GADGAD Still sings in the canyons, still lives in my heart .