For Jesse: Died 28. 9. 78
...let your mountains take his spirit now and raise to the sky...
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In cowboy boots and buckskins he strolled across the room He said 'My name is Jesse' - I said 'James - I presume?' He smiled and shook my hand and then he picked up my guitar and he just played me off the stage saying 'Come on Marshall - where's your star?' CHORUS: And it happens all the time - you see a young man die. No one ever found a reason, nor will I.. I may grow wise with age - but there's one thing I know. I'll never understand why Jesse had to go. He'd been travellin' and singin' since the age of seventeen. He'd lots of songs and stories of the things he'd done and seen. He won with grace and gratitude, he lost without regret... and he loved in such a way that none who knew him could forget. CHORUS: And it happens all the time - you see a young man die. No one ever found a reason, nor will I.. I may grow wise with age - but there's one thing I know. I'll never understand why Jesse had to go. Well he never asked for anything that he couldn't give you back. He loved folk for their virtues and he forgot the ones they lacked. He took men at their word and Lord! he got so hurt at times but he said he'd rather be that way and Jesse didn't seem to mind... Ah Salida, Colorado, you can bow your heads today. You've lost one of the finest children that you ever raised. He talked about you often - you were right behind his eyes. Let your mountains take his spirit now and raise it to the skies... CHORUS: And it happens all the time - you see a young man die. No one ever found a reason, nor will I.. I may grow wise with age - but there's one thing I know. I'll never understand why Jesse had to go. Lyrics & Music: © Rosie Hardman 1978  PLR 014 |
