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Date: Tue, 29 Jun 1993 15:06:42 -0700 (MST)
From: Paul Zimmerman
Subject: CRD: It Must Have Been the Roses - Grateful Dead
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It Must Have Been The Roses - Grateful Dead
Words and Music by Robert Hunter.
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Annie laid her head down in the roses. She had ribbons, ribbons, ribbons in
her long, brown hair. I don't know. Maybe it was the roses.
All I know, I could not leave her there.
I don't know. It must have been the roses; the roses or the ribbons in
her long, brown hair. I don't know. Maybe it was the roses.
All I know, I could not leave her there.
Ten years the waves rolled the ships home from the sea.
One pane of glass in the window.
I'm thinking well, how it may blow in all good company.
No one is complaining, though. Come in and shut the door.
If I tell another what your own lips told to me,
Faded is the crimson from the ribbons that she wore,
let me lay 'neath the roses and my eyes no longer see.
and it's strange how no one comes 'round anymore.
Thanks to the original poster.
Peace,
Paul Z