FRANKLIN´S TOWER | |
by Bob Hunter | The Grateful Dead |
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In another time's forgotten space,
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your eyes looked from your mother's face.
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Wildflower seed on the sand and stone,
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may the four winds blow you safely home.
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Roll away the dew, roll away the dew,
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Roll away the dew, roll away the dew.
I'll tell you where the four winds dwell;
in Franklin's tow'r there hangs a bell.
It can ring, turn night to day;
I can ring like fire when you lose your way.
Roll away...
God save the child who rings that bell;
it may have one good ring, baby, you can't tell.
One watch by night, one watch by day;
If you get confused, listen to the music play.
Roll away...
Some come to laugh their past away,
some come to make it just one more day.
Whichever way your pleasure tends,
if you plant ice, you're gonna harvest wind.
Roll away...
In Franklin's tow'r the four winds sleep
like four lean hounds the lighthouse keep.
Wildflower seed in the sand and wind,
may the four winds blow you home again.
Roll away...