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Let It Grow (Live in Springfield, MA, September 3, 1980)
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Grateful Dead
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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's sowing As he dances the circular track of the plow ever knowing That the work of his days 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 shout, "I am! I am! I am! I am!" So it goes, we make what we make since the world began Nothing more, the 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!" [Instrumental]
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