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I met one man who was wounded in love, I met another man who was wounded with hatred, And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son? Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one? I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a fallin', I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest, Where the people are many and their hands all empty, Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters, Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison, Where the executioner's face is always well hidden, Where hunger is ugly, where none is the number, And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it, And reflect from the mountain so all souls can see it, Then I'll stand on the ocean until start sinkin', But I'll know my song well before I start singin' And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. Bob Dylan’s Dream This song always reminds me of the joys of Druidism when I was a college student. I hope you find the song and learn to sing it. While riding on a train goin' west, I fell asleep for to take my rest. I dreamed a dream that made me sad, Concerning myself and the first few friends I had. With half-damp eyes I stared to the room Where my friends and I spent many an afternoon, Where we together weathered many a storm, Laughin' and singin' till the early hours of the morn. By the old wooden stove where our hats was hung, Our words were told, our songs were sung, Where we longed for nothin' and were quite satisfied Talkin' and a-jokin' about the world outside. With haunted hearts through the heat and cold, We never thought we could ever get old. We thought we could sit forever in fun But our chances really was a million to one. As easy as it was to tell black from white, It was all that easy to tell wrong from right. And our choices were few and the thought never hit That the one road we traveled would ever shatter and split. How many a year has passed and gone, And many a gamble has been lost and won. And many a road taken by many a friend, And each one I've never seen again. I wish, I wish, I wish in vain, That we could sit simple in that room again, Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat I'd give it all gladly if our lives could be like that. 350 Box of Rain Words by Robert Hunter; music by Phil Lesh Look out of any window any morning, any evening, any day Maybe the sun is shining birds are winging or rain is falling from a heavy sky – What do you want me to do, to do for you to see you through? this is all a dream we dreamed one afternoon long ago Walk out of any doorway feel your way, feel your way like the day before Maybe you'll find direction around some corner where it's been waiting to meet you – What do you want me to do, to watch for you while you're sleeping? Well please don't be surprised when you find me dreaming too Look into any eyes you find by you, you can see clear through to another day I know it's been seen before through other eyes on other days while going home – What do you want me to do, to do for you to see you through? It's all a dream we dreamed one afternoon long ago Walk into splintered sunlight Inch your way through dead dreams to another land Maybe you're tired and broken Your tongue is twisted with words half spoken and thoughts unclear What do you want me to do to do for you to see you through A box of rain will ease the pain and love will see you through Just a box of rain – wind and water – Believe it if you need it, if you don't just pass it on Sun and shower – Wind and rain – in and out the window like a moth before a flame It's just a box of rain I don't know who put it there Believe it if you need it or leave it if you dare But it's just a box of rain or a ribbon for your hair Such a long long time to be gone and a short time to be there
Rosemary Words by Robert Hunter; music by Jerry Garcia Boots were of leather A breath of cologne Her mirror was a window She sat quite alone All around her the garden grew scarlet and purple and crimson and blue She came and she went and at last went away The garden was sealed when the flowers decayed On the wall of the garden a legend did say: No one may come here since no one may stay By Nancy Byrd Turner Death is a Door Death is only an old door Set in a garden wall; On gentle hinges it gives, at dusk When the thrushes call. Along the lintel are green leaves, Beyond the light lies still; Very willing and weary feet Go over that still There is nothing to trouble any heart; Nothing to hurt at all. Death is only a quiet door In an old wall. St. Stephen Words by Robert Hunter; music by Jerry Garcia Saint Stephen with a rose In and out of the garden he goes Country garland in the wind and the rain Wherever he goes the people all complain Stephen prosper in his time Well he may and he may decline Did it matter? does it now? Stephen would answer if he only knew how Wishing well with a golden bell Bucket hanging clear to hell Hell halfway twixt now and then Stephen fill it up and lower down And lower down again Lady finger dipped in moonlight Writing `what for?' across the morning sky Sunlight splatters dawn with answers Darkness shrugs and bids the day goodbye 351 Speeding arrow, sharp and narrow, What a lot of fleeting matters you have spurned Several seasons with their treasons Wrap the babe in scarlet covers call it your own Did he doubt or did he try? Answers aplenty in the bye and bye Talk about your plenty, talk about your ills One man gathers what another man spills Saint Stephen will remain All he's lost he shall regain Seashore washed by the suds and the foam Been here so long he's got to calling it home Fortune comes a crawlin, Calliope woman Spinning that curious sense of your own Can you answer? Yes I can, but what would be the answer to the answer man? High green chilly winds and windy vines in loops around the twining shafts of lavender, they're crawling to the sun Underfoot the ground is patched with climbing arms of ivy wrapped around the manzanita, stark and shiny in the breeze Wonder who will water all the children of the garden when they sigh about the barren lack of rain and droop so hungry 'neath the sky... William Tell has stretched his bow till it won't stretch no furthermore and/or it may require a change that hasn't come before Uncle John’s Band Words by Robert Hunter; music by Jerry Garcia Well, the first days are the hardest days, don't you worry anymore When life looks like Easy Street there is danger at your door Think this through with me Let me know your mind Wo-oah, what I want to know is are you kind? It's a Buck Dancer's Choice, my friend, better take my advice You know all the rules by now and the fire from the ice Will you come with me? Won't you come with me? Wo-oah, what I want to know, will you come with me? Goddamn, well I declare Have you seen the like? Their walls are built of cannonballs, their motto is Don't Tread on Me Come hear Uncle John's Band by the riverside Got some things to talk about here beside the rising tide It's the same story the crow told me It's the only one he know – like the morning sun you come and like the wind you go Ain't no time to hate,
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