Winter rain, now tell me why Summers fade, and roses die The answer camethe wind and rain Golden hills, now veiled in grey Summer leaves have blown away
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
Winter rain, now tell me why, Summers fade, and roses die. The answer came; the wind and rain. Golden hills, now veiled in grey, Summer leaves have blown
Traduction: Grateful Dead. Weather Report Suite.
Traduction: Grateful Dead. Suite Weather Report: Partie 2 (Let It Grow).