those magic cities on the Nile and my Young trials lead me sailing down this stream Of hidden songs and steam and my - Piano it floats and echoes A moonbeam
The sun was going down Over Echo Park Wet raven hair Glowing in the dark And that's when the fever would rise And lord what a look in her eyes From the
the river runs into your keeping Oh, lead me on, lead me on The awaited deliverance comforts the seeking, lead on Man hurts man Time and time, time
Never to see the light of the past again I wanna go where the mountains are high enough to echo my song I wanna go where the rivers run deep enough
of song And so I dedicate this one And I wanna go where the mountains are high enough to echo my song I wanna go where the rivers run deep enough to
time Then lonesome would mean nothing to me at all Yes, and only if my own true love was waiting If I could hear his heart softly pounding Yes, and
- echoes of silent fears But on that winter's day - you swept them all away These were the times when I longed for the river And I closed my eyes and
like that And you set, set it, said it, said nothin' Went to the party, very discouraged I watched the litter, pile like a wall I looked at the river
line There's letters left unopened here There never is the time There's messages I should return And people I should call I'm still tripping over echoes
taken Sleeping forests wake Ice melts on the lake Birds begin in making their way back home The frost and the fire goes East winds and winter snows
crooked trail If tomorrow wasn't such a long time Then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all Yes, and only if my own true love was waiting And if
to try and fly away Upon the flood of dreams Tasting all the good and bad From on the serpents tree Little ones remind us Of a place we used to be Echoes
walls remain At the trumpets of Jericho, Avalon's in chains This is the river of space This is the river of time Chase the dragons of infinity Atlas stands and
) Now I lie on my bed and I see your sweet face. The past I remember, time cannot erase. (The) letters you wrote me were written in shame, And I know
The Sweet Sunny South Lyrics: Traditional Music: Traditional This was played a few times by Jerry with David Grisman in 1990-92 and long before that
of my body glows with flame The tempest struggles in the air And to myself alone I sing It could sink me then and there I can hear the echoes ring
pain. I can't hear the echo of my footsteps. Can't remember the sound of my own name. (Chorus) There's beauty in the silver singing river. There's
And have brought tears to the eye of a storm And my memory banks vaults of forests and amazon river banks And I've screamed them into sunsets that echo
