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Everything
2
Let It Grow
(
idea
)
by
NothingLasts4ever
Fri Jul 27 2001 at 8:11:46
Let It Grow (
Wether Report Suite
Pt. 2)
Lyrics:
John Perry Barlow
Music:
Bob Weir
First performed:
September 7, 1973, at the
Nassau Veterans Memorial Coliseum
in
Uniondale, N.Y.
Recorded On:
Wake Of The Flood
(studio 1973)
Dick's Picks
Vol 14 (30 Nov 1973)
Without A Net
(14 Mar 1990)
View From The Vault
(8 Jul 1990)
Laughing Water
by
Jazz Is Dead
(1999)
_____________________________________________________
Morning comes, she follows the path to the rivers 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 kneels down to gather her water
And she bears it away with a love that the river has taught her
Let it flow, greatly flow, 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
ploughman
is broad as the back of the land he is sowing
As he dances the circular track of the plough ever knowing
That the word of his day 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 shout
I am, I am, I am,
I am
So it goes, we make what we made since the world began
Nothing more, the love of the women, work of men
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 shout
I am, I am, I am, I am
Grateful Dead lyrics
John Perry Barlow
How many angels can dance on the head of a pin?
Dirt
Bob Weir
I Am
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hair
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