Song | Rosemary |
Artist | Grateful Dead |
Album | The Warner Bros. Studio Albums Vinyl Box |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Boots were made of leather, a breath of cologne | |
The mirror was a window, she sat by alone | |
All around her the garden grew | |
Scarlet and purple and crimson and blue | |
She came dead, 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 |