(Robert Hunter)

[Originally by Grateful Dead]



As I was walkin' 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 askin' 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



Well, I ain't always right but I've never been wrong

Seldom turns out the way it does in a 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

Scarlet begonias or a touch of the blues

And there's nothing wrong with the look that's in her eyes

I had to learn the hard way to let her pass by, let her pass by



Wind in the willow's playin' "Tea for Two"

The sky was yellow and the sun was blue

Strangers stoppin' strangers just to shake their hand

Everybody's playing in the heart of gold band, heart of gold band