Let It Grow lyrics
Song information
Artist: Grateful Dead Album: Without A Net
Lyrics
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, let it flow, 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, 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 shouting "i am! I am! I am! I am."
Nothin' more, the love of the women, work of men Seasons round, creatures great and small, up and down as we rise and fall
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"Without A Net" album track list
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