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Weather Report Suite Part
Grateful Dead
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This one doesn't have a name yet
But anyway this is how it goes
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Morning comes, she follows the path to the river shore
Stepping free, she places her feet where they fell before
See the sun sparkle in the reeds
Silver beads passing to the sea
She comes from a town where they call her the woodcutter's daughter
And 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, loud and clear
'Round and 'round the cut of the bog, we look for a field
Harvest dreams, the bushels of corn and the barley meal
Open ground, open and beckoning to the spring
Black dirt live again
The plowman is broad as the back of the land he's sowing
As he dances the circular track of the plow ever knowing
That the work of his days measures more than the planting and growing
Let it grow, greatly grow, wide and clear
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'll not speak but stand inside the rain
And listen to the thunder shout
"I am! I am! I am! I am!"
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So it goes, we make what we make since the world began
Nothing more, the love of the women, the work of men
Seasons round, creatures great and small
Up and down as we rise and fall
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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!"
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