Weather Report Suite Prelude>Part I>Let It Grow Songtext
von Grateful Dead
Weather Report Suite Prelude>Part I>Let It Grow Songtext
Wind and rain
Now tell me why
Summers fade and roses die
The answer came
The wind and rain
Golden hills
Now veiled in grey
And summer years
Have blown away
Now what remains
The wind and rain
And like a desert spring
My lover comes and spreads her wings
(Glowing)
Like a sun that′s born to soar the sky
(Glowing)
Glowing till the water's all gone dry
(Glowing)
Glowing in the wind
Circles of sun
And sands of time
And seasons will bend
And come unwound
And little change
The wind and rain
And like a desert spring
My lover comes and spreads her wings
(Glowing)
Like a sun that′s born to soar the sky
(Glowing)
Glowing till the water's all gone dry
(Glowing)
Glowing in the wind
Winter, May, and Autumn rain
We'll see summer come again
Darkness falls and seasons change
Gonna happen every time
The same old friends, the wind and rain
We′ll see summer come again
Winter, May, and Autumn rain
Summer′s rain, oh my
We'll see summer come again
Like a sun that′s born to soar the sky
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 broad 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 days measures more than the plants he is 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 shout, "I am! I am! I am! I am!"
So it goes, we make what we make since the world began
Nothing more, love of the women, the work of man
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!"
Now tell me why
Summers fade and roses die
The answer came
The wind and rain
Golden hills
Now veiled in grey
And summer years
Have blown away
Now what remains
The wind and rain
And like a desert spring
My lover comes and spreads her wings
(Glowing)
Like a sun that′s born to soar the sky
(Glowing)
Glowing till the water's all gone dry
(Glowing)
Glowing in the wind
Circles of sun
And sands of time
And seasons will bend
And come unwound
And little change
The wind and rain
And like a desert spring
My lover comes and spreads her wings
(Glowing)
Like a sun that′s born to soar the sky
(Glowing)
Glowing till the water's all gone dry
(Glowing)
Glowing in the wind
Winter, May, and Autumn rain
We'll see summer come again
Darkness falls and seasons change
Gonna happen every time
The same old friends, the wind and rain
We′ll see summer come again
Winter, May, and Autumn rain
Summer′s rain, oh my
We'll see summer come again
Like a sun that′s born to soar the sky
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 broad 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 days measures more than the plants he is 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 shout, "I am! I am! I am! I am!"
So it goes, we make what we make since the world began
Nothing more, love of the women, the work of man
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!"
Writer(s): Bob Weir, Eric Andersen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
