Lyrics: Robert Hunter
Music: Jerry Garcia, [Brian Lesh]
This is the seventh song in Robert Hunter's Terrapin Station Suite. It was never played by the Grateful Dead, though Hunter credits the music to Jerry Garcia (note 1). Hunter himself recorded it on his LP "Jack O' Roses" (never issued as a CD).
It was sung by Brian Lesh with Phil Lesh and the Terrapin Family Band on 5 June 2013, with different music.
What makes your sweet breast heave, my dearNotes
your bright eyes fill with tears?
Did Jack O' Roses leave you here
those seven lonely years?
Had you fear he might be dead
unwept in some far land?
Or worse that love itself had fled
betrayed both heart and hand? (note 2)
Jack O' Roses with a fan
East of Eden turned
built his castles in the sand
and all their bridges burned (note 3)
Wait for him (note 4)
Don't take no other
no demon lover
who'll be gone at dawn
Did you throw your fan
too far this time?
Well, well, well ...
from the lion's den
to the morning star
to the gates of Hell!
The morning star rose into hell
three days to shine on Moses
and from his solitary cell
to free the Jack O' Roses
He sprang to saddle like wind, I allow (note 5)
for bridle strains of lightning
Ride, ride, ride, though tempest howl
cruelly and most frightening (note 6)
For at the dawn fair Terrapin
arose like revelation
The morning star reflected in
the windows of Terrapin Station
Terrapin (note 7)
If anyone should ask of you who made this song
say the Jack O' Roses and all who played along
who rise, climb, fall to win
What have we to lose from love
except what lacks foundation
Words can only carve the space
we fill with expectation
The lion's den lies far behind (note 8)
in visions of the damned
Jack O' Roses one more time
My lady, here's your fan (note 9)
let me rise, let me fall, let me climb, let me crawl
but let me in
Accept this fan as a token of what I meant to do
for I really do love you
For you'll abide till seasons turn(7) Brian Lesh's version has a succession of "Terrapin"s here, and omits "If anyone should ask ..."
Redeemer of a [prayer]
Touching [fast] as winter burns
Sorrow from your [breath]
[Coils of] fine and deja vue(9) Brian Lesh's version ends here.
Unwinding like the wind
I have played this song before
I think sometimes for you
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