Weather Report Suite: Prelude / Part 1 / Part 2: Let It Grow Songtext

von Grateful Dead

Winter rain, now tell me why, Summers fade, and roses die
The answer came; the wind and rain
Golden hills, now 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 rivers 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
And she bears it away with a love that the river has taught her
Let it flow, greatly 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

[Refrain: 2]
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 men
Seasons round, creatures great and small, up and down, as we rise and fall

[Refrain: 2]