Grateful Dead - The Eleven Lyrics
High green chilly winds and windy vinesIn loops around the twisted shafts of lavender,Theyre crawling to the sun.Underfoot the ground is patchedWith arms of ivy wrapped around the manzanita,Stark and shiny in the breeze.Wonder who will water all the children of the gardenWhen they sigh about the barren lack of rain andDroop so hungry neath the sky.William tell has stretched his bow till it wont stretchNo furthermore and/or it may require a change that hasnt come before.No more time to tell how, this is the season of what,Now is the time of returning with our thoughtJewels polished and gleaming.Now is the time past believing the child has relinquished the rein,Now is the test of the boomerang tossed in the night of redeeming.Seven faced marble eyed transitory dream doll,Six proud walkers on the jingle bell rainbow,Five men writing with fingers of gold,Four men tracking down the great white sperm whale,Three girls waiting in a foreign dominionRiding in the whalebelly, fade away in moonlight,Sink beneath the waters to the coral sands below.