All avenues lead to one. Baby you can walk or run. Get there first or next or last, it don't matter. . Take it slow or take it fast. You cannot overtake your past.
Saint Stephen with a rose, in and out of the garden he goes,. Country garden in the wind and the rain,. Wherever he goes the people all complain.. . Stephen prospered in his time, well he may and he may decline..
Annie laid her head down in the roses. She had ribbons, ribbons, ribbons. in her long brown hair. I don't know, it must have been the roses. All I know is I could not leave her there.
Well, I was coolin' my heels down in Flacktown. They was blazin' from a footrace with a hellhound. My heart was up on blocks from my last go-round. When you came roarin' in upon the rebound.
Looking elsewhere, looking around. . I sat me down, I sat me down. . Looking for answers where they can't be found. . I come around, I come around. . Elsewhere, that's where I was looking.
Well I forded the river. I paid all my bills. Gave a gift to the giver. Now I'm headed for the hills. . I paid back my borrows. Likewise all my dues. I'll be gone tomorrow.
I went out walking up high timberline. Snow fell like kisses, the air sweet as wine. Calling me back to the days you were mine. So close to heaven, up high timberline.
Anxious hope and thoughts of love. Will never let me down or let me go. Inside, my heart's a cage of ice. Where love and loss still toss the lonely dice.
In a torrid little cabin 'neath Aurora Boreeay. Wild Bill waxed his whiskers, dabbed perfume behind each ear. From a flask of Spanish lotion that he'd had for many years.
Tiger Rose got new clothes. The ladies love her so. They laugh at her connections. But they don't say no. . Get down high, get down low. Get your heels in tow.
What you gonna call that pretty baby?. You must call it one thing or another. This one parted water, that one walked upon. Perhaps I'll call this child a Rose of Sharon.
I heard you singing. What were you singing when the people got right?. Were you singing 'Stand And Deliver'?. Or was it 'Down By The River'?. . Were you singing a fine old tune like 'Gone To Glory'?.
Dry dusty road. Dry dusty road. Brother, won't you carry me along. This dry dusty road. . Children shallying. Playing in the morning sun. Spike-heeled lady.
Up near the border where the cruel white water. Drowns vagabond who sleeps too low. Me and my companion, famous Jack O'Lanterns. Tracked the misty mountain through the snow.
Does God look down on the boys in the barroom?. Mainly forsaken but surely not judged. Jacks, Kings and Aces, their faces in wine. Do Lord deliver our kind?.
The silver fox has shed its tail now. Left it by the frozen water. The leaves were drifting down. Now they are gone, gone, gone. . I draw milady's carriage.
words - Robert Hunter. music - David Freiberg. . I heard you singing. What were you singing when the people got right?. Were you singing Stand and Deliver?.
What would it gain me. If I was to go?. Like Jacob of old. To the well of the world. . To wax halls where candles. Burn on through the day. To light you a path.
It ain't so long ago since we were just two kids. Remember well, memories we all hid. But you're much older now, although you still are young. I know you well, I'm like you.
Well, everything, everything has come to life again. I have no doubts but the ice got thin. What came too soon was so hard to keep. So full a harvest, it was hard to reap, no.