Like A Song That's Born To Soar The Sky

Grateful Dead: Weather Report Suite 6/23/74 (1)

Grateful Dead: Weather Report Suite 6/23/74 (2)





winter rain, now tell me why
summers fade and roses die?
the answer came:
the wind and rain
golden hills all veiled in grey
summer leaves have blown away
now what remains?
the wind and rain
and like a desert spring
my lover comes and
spreads her wings
knowing, like a song that’s born
to soar the sky, flowing,
flowing ’til the waters all are dry
growing, the loving in her eyes
circle songs and sands of time
and seasons will end
in tumbled rhyme
and little change
the wind and rain
and like a desert spring
my lover comes and
spreads her wings
knowing, like a song that’s born
to soar the sky, flowing,
flowing ’til the waters all are dry
growing, the loving in her eyes
winter grey and falling rain
we’ll see summer come again
darkness falls
and seasons change
(gonna happen every time)
same old friends
the wind and rain
summers fade and roses die
you’ll see summer come again
like a song that’s born
to soar the sky

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 kneels down
to gather her water
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 plow 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 plow ever knowing
that the work of his day
measures more than the
planting and growing
let it grow, greatly 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 man
seasons round
creatures great and small
up and down
as we rise and fall