10/7/2023 0 Comments Grateful dead space > let it growWhat shall we say, shall we call it by a nameĪs well to count the angels dancing on a pin That the work of his day measures more than the planting and growing The plowman is broad as the back of the land he is sowingĪs he dances the circular track of the plow ever knowing Seasons round, the bushels of corn and the barley mealīroken ground, open and beckoning to the spring black dirt live again Round and round, the cut of the plow in the furrowed field Let it flow, greatly flow, wide and clear She's brown as the bank where she kneels down to gather her waterĪnd she bears it away with a love that the river has taught her She comes from a town where they call her the woodcutter's daughter See the sun sparkle in the reeds silver beads pass into the sea Lightly sung, her song is the latch on the morning's door Morning comes, she follows the path to the river shore "Weather Report Suite: Part II (Let It Grow) " The Annotated Weather Report Suite: Part II (Let It Grow) ".as well to count the angels dancin' on a pin" The Annotated "Weather Report Suite: Part II (Let It Grow)"An installment in The Annotated Grateful Dead Lyrics.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |