| Song | It Must Have Been the Roses |
| Artist | Grateful Dead |
| Album | Dick's Picks, Vol. 31 [live] |
| 作词 : Hunter | |
| Annie laid her head down in the roses | |
| She had ribbons, ribbons, ribbons in her long brown hair | |
| I don't know, maybe it was the roses | |
| All I know | |
| I could not leave her there | |
| I don't know, it must have been the roses | |
| The roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair | |
| I don't know, maybe it was the roses | |
| All I know | |
| I could not leave her there | |
| Ten years the waves rolled the ships home from the sea | |
| Thinking well how it may blow in all good company | |
| If I tell another what your own lips told to me | |
| Let me lay 'neath the roses and my eyes no longer see | |
| I don't know, it must have been the roses | |
| The roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair | |
| I don't know, maybe it was the roses | |
| All I know | |
| I could not leave her there | |
| One pane of glass in the window | |
| No one is complaining though, come in and shut the door | |
| Faded is the crimson from the ribbons that she wore | |
| And it's strange how no one comes ‘round any more | |
| I don't know, it must have been the roses | |
| The roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair | |
| I don't know, maybe it was the roses | |
| All I know | |
| I could not leave her there |
| zuò cí : Hunter | |
| Annie laid her head down in the roses | |
| She had ribbons, ribbons, ribbons in her long brown hair | |
| I don' t know, maybe it was the roses | |
| All I know | |
| I could not leave her there | |
| I don' t know, it must have been the roses | |
| The roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair | |
| I don' t know, maybe it was the roses | |
| All I know | |
| I could not leave her there | |
| Ten years the waves rolled the ships home from the sea | |
| Thinking well how it may blow in all good company | |
| If I tell another what your own lips told to me | |
| Let me lay ' neath the roses and my eyes no longer see | |
| I don' t know, it must have been the roses | |
| The roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair | |
| I don' t know, maybe it was the roses | |
| All I know | |
| I could not leave her there | |
| One pane of glass in the window | |
| No one is complaining though, come in and shut the door | |
| Faded is the crimson from the ribbons that she wore | |
| And it' s strange how no one comes ' round any more | |
| I don' t know, it must have been the roses | |
| The roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair | |
| I don' t know, maybe it was the roses | |
| All I know | |
| I could not leave her there |