Rosemary Lyrics - Skeletons In The Closet: The Best Of The Grateful Dead - Grateful Dead

Boots were of leather 

A breath of cologne 

Her mirror was a window 

She sat quite alone 

All around her 

The garden grew 

Scarlet and purple 

And crimson and blue 

She came and she went 

And at last went away 

The garden was sealed 

When the flowers decayed 

On the wall of the garden 

A legend did say: 

No one may come here 

Since no one may stay