What's Become Of The Baby Lyrics - Grateful Dead

Waves of violet go crashing and laughing 

The rainbow winged singing birds fly 'round the sun 

Sun bells rain down in a liquid profusion 

Mermaids on porpoises draw up the dawn 

What's become of the baby this cold December morning? 

Songbirds frozen in their flight 

Drifting to the earth, remnants of forgotten dreaming 

Dawning answer comes there none. 

Go to sleep you child, dream of never-ending always 

Panes of crystal ice sparkle like waterfalls 

Lighting the polished ice caverns of the dawn, 

But where in the looking-glass fields of illusion 

Wandered the child who was perfect as the dawn? 

What's become of the baby this cold December morning? 

What's become of the baby this cold December morning? 

Racing in rhythm of the sun 

All the world revolves captured in the eye of woman 

Allah, where are you now?