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Grateful Dead Wake of the Flood
Album Viewed
The Grateful Dead (1967) 4794
Anthem of the Sun (1968) 2763
Aoxomoxoa (1969) 4127
American Beauty (1970) 6710
Live Dead (1970) 3651
Workingman's Dead (1970) 4431
Grateful Dead Live (1971) 6465
Europe '72 (1972) 8776
Bear's Choice: History of the Grateful Dead (1973) 3245
Wake of the Flood (1973) 3883
From The Mars Hotel (1974) 4156
Skeletons From the Closet (1974) 5979
Blues for Allah (1975) 5508
Steal Your Face (1976) 6797
Terrapin Station (1977) 3566
Shakedown Street (1978) 5461
Go To Heaven (1980) 4746
Dead Set (1981) 7489
Reckoning (1981) 7759
In The Dark (1987) 4276
Dylan & The Dead (1989) 3369
Built To Last (1990) 4456
Without A Net (1990) 8708
Lyric Viewed
Mississippi Halfstep 454
Row Jimmy 463
Stella Blue 472
Here Comes Sunshine 473
Eyes Of The World 480
Weather Report Suite 498
Let Me Sing Your Blues Away 508
Let It Grow 468
Let It Grow


Morning comes, she follows the path to the river shore,
Lightly sung, her song is the latch on the morning's door.
See the sun sparkle in the reeds, silver beads, pass into the sea.

She comes from a town where they call her the woodcutter's daughter,
She's brown as the bank where she kneels down to gather her water, and
She bears it away with a love that the river has taught her.

Let it flow, greatly grow, wide and clear.

Round and round, the cut of the plow in the furrowed field,
Seasons round, the bushels of corn and the barley meal,
Broken ground, open and beckoning to the spring,
Black dirt live again!
The plowman is broad as the back of the land he is sowing,
As he dances the circular track of the plow ever knowing
That the work of his day measures more than the planting and growing

Let it grow, Let it grow, Greatly yield.

What shall we say, shall we call it by a name,
As well to count the angels dancing on a pin.
Water bright as the sky from which it came,
And the name is on the earth that takes it in.
We will not speak but stand inside the rain,
And listen to the thunder shouting ";I am! I am! I am! I am.";

Nothin' more, the love of the women, work of men.
Seasons round, creatures great and small, up and down as we rise and fall.

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