Weather Report Suite (Live at McGaw Memorial Hall, Northwestern University, Evanston, IL, 11/1/73)

作词:Eric Andersen

作曲:暂无

所属专辑:Wake of the Flood (50th Anniversary Deluxe Edition)

歌词

Weather Report Suite (Live at McGaw Memorial Hall, Northwestern University, Evanston, IL, 11/1/73) - Grateful Dead

作词:Bob Weir/Eric Andersen/John Barlow

Winter rain now tell me why

Summers fade and roses die

The answer came

The wind and rain

Golden hills now veiled in gray

Summer leaves have blown away

Now what remains

The wind and rain

And like a desert spring

My lover comes and spreads her wings

Flowing

Like a song that's born to soar the sky

Flowing

Flowing till the waters all are dry

Flowing

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

Flowing

Like a song that's born to soar the sky

Flowing

Flowing till the waters all are dry

Flowing

The loving in her eyes

Winter gray 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

We'll see summer by and by

Winter gray and falling rain

Seasons fade and roses die

We'll see summer come again

We'll see summer by and by

Darkness falls and seasons change

Gonna happen every time

Same old friends the wind and rain

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

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 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 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

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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