Monday, May 27, 2013

Memorial

 
When it seems like the night will last forever...
And theres nothing left to do but count the years.
When the strings of my heart begin to sever...
And stones fall from my eyes instead of tears.
I will walk alone,
by the black muddy river,
And dream me a dream of my own,
I will walk alone,
by the black muddy river,
And sing me a song of my own,
 
Sing me a song of my own.
 
 
Words by Robert Hunter; music by Jerry Garcia
Copyright Ice Nine Publishing
 
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