by Robert Hunter
Fare thee well, my honey
Fare thee well, my only true one
All the birds that were singing
Are flown except you alone
Going to leave this brokedown palace
On my hands and my knees I will roll
Make myself a bed by the waterside
In my time, in my time, I will roll
In a bed, in a bed
By the waterside I will lay my head
Listen to the river sing sweet songs
To rock my soul
River going take me
Sing me sweet and sleepy
Sing me sweet and sleepy
All the way back home
It's a far-gone lullaby
Sung many years ago
Many worlds I've come
Since I first left home
Going home, going home
By the waterside I will rest my bones
Listen to the river sing sweet songs
To rock my soul
Going to plant a weeping willow
On the bank's green edge it will grow
Sing a lullaby beside the water
Lovers come and go, the river roll
Fare thee well, fare thee well
I love you more than words can tell
Listen to the river sing sweet songs
To rock my soul
Sunday, July 5, 2015
Brokedown Palace
Labels: benediction, Grateful Dead, melancholia
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