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Les paroles de Let It Grow
| | | Artiste: | Grateful Dead |
| | Album: | Miscellaneous | | Titre: | Let It Grow | | | | Date d'ajout: | 18/10/2007 | | Vues: | 65 fois | | | | Paroles: | 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 grow, 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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