Jerry Garcia

Text: “Scarlet Begonias” by The Grateful Dead

As I was walking round Grosvenor Square. Not a chill to the winter, But a nip to the air. From the other direction, She was calling my eye. It could be an illusion, But I might as well try, Might as well try. She had rings on her fingers and, Bells on her shoes, And I knew without asking she was Into the blues. She wore scarlet begonias, Tucked into her curls. I knew right away, She was not like other girls, Other girls. In the thick of the evening, When the dealing got rough, She was too pat to open, And too cool to bluff. As I picked up my matches and, Was closing the door. I had one of those flashes: I'd been there before, Been there before. I ain't often right, But I've never been wrong. It seldom turns out the wayIt does in the , song. Once in a while. You get shown the light, In the strangest of places. If you look at it right, Well, there ain't nothing wrong, With the way she moves. Or scarlet begonias or a, Touch of the blues. And there's nothing wrong with, The look that's in her eye. I had to learn the hard way, To let her pass by, Let her pass by. The wind in the willows played tea for two. The sky was yellow and the sun was blue. Strangers stopping strangers, Just to shake their hand. Everybody's playing, In the Heart of Gold Band, Heart of Gold Band