"Weather Report (Part 2)/Let It Grow" as written by and Bob Weir John Barlow....
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."
So it goes, we make what we made since the world began.
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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    General CommentThis is song is so beautiful, it has made me cry. It's about life and love and the passage of time. It is a song about beauty, fertility, and dedication. I'm listening to it right now, and it is making me very happy.
    ceruleancaterpillaron March 02, 2006   Link
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    General CommentRobert hunter very much talks in the past in lyric (mining, cowboys, grovenor square, soldiers and sailors). This use of past time makes it easy for me to see the timelessness of the messages. "The Plowman" makes me think of the toil of work I've done, the beads of sweat on my brow in this florida weather. I can be hating it, but I see the value of the work when I think of these lyrics, it let's me know its normal. "The Woodcutters Daughter" is a beautiful classic portrait of a woman, who is concerned with her family (I would guess the water was for some familial purpose). "We make what we made since the world began." All this stuff is timeless, it'll happen again and again.
    inhocsignoviceon September 16, 2007   Link
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    General Commenti think let it grow is saying let the love between you and another grow. it's not just about crops."love of women work of men..." anyway he also says "what shall we say shall we call it by name?" i think this perhaps means that calling each love "love" is rediculous. no two loves are the same and can't be compared. he then compares this to counting the amount of angels that can dance on the head of a pin. back in the days before the reformation of the catholic church, priests and nuns would highly tout babble of this sort, yet it made no sense and had no foundations. naming unique relationships simple "love" is perhaps the same, useless and innacurate. i want to write more but i have to sleep. oh well tomo. what do YOU think? bonnaroo 04 was InsAnE. peace out.
    Atemporalon October 02, 2004   Link

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