rosemary

Boots were of leather
A breath of cologne

Her mirror was a window
She sat quite alone

All around her
the garden grew
scarlet and purple
and crimson and blue

She came and she went
and at last went away
The garden was sealed
when the flowers decayed

On the wall of the garden
a legend did say:
No one may come here
since no one may stay

Words by Robert Hunter

Music by Jerry Garcia