Grateful Dead
Miscellaneous
Weather Report Suite Ii
Weather Report Suite (Part II)
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Morning comes, she follows the path to the river shore
Lightly sung, her song is the latch on the morning's door
See the sun sparkle in the reeds
Silver beads, pass into the sea
She comes from a town where they call her the woodcutter's daughter
She's brown as the bank where she kneals down to gather her water, and
She bears it away with a love that the river has taught her
Let it flow
Greatly grow
Wide and clear
Round and round, the cut of the plough in the furrowed field
Seasons round, the bushels of corn and the barley meal
Broken ground, open and beckoning to the spring
Black dirt live again!
The plowman is broad as the back of the land he is sowing
As he dances the circular track of the plough ever knowing
That the work of his days measures more than the planting and growing
Let it grow
Let it grow
Greatly yield
What shall we say, shall we call it by a name?
As well to count the angels dancing on a pin
Water bright as the sky from which it came
And the name is on the earth that takes it in
We will not speak but stand inside the rain
And listen to the thunder shouting "I am!"
"I am! I am! I am."
So it goes, we make what we made since the world began
Nothing more, love of the women, work of man
Seasons round, creatures great and small, up and down
As we rise and fall
What shall we say, shall we call it by a name?
As well to count the angels dancing on a pin
Water bright as the sky from which it came
And the name is on the earth that takes it in
We will not speak but stand inside the rain
And listen to the thunder shouting "I am!"
"I am! I am! I am."