| Song | The Eleven |
| Artist | Grateful Dead |
| Album | Two from the Vault [live] |
| 作词 : Hunter, Lesh | |
| High green chilly winds and windy vines | |
| In loops around the twisted shafts of lavender, | |
| They're crawling to the sun. | |
| Underfoot the ground is patched | |
| With arms of ivy wrapped around the manzanita, | |
| Stark and shiny in the breeze. | |
| Wonder who will water all the children of the garden | |
| When they sigh about the barren lack of rain and | |
| Droop so hungry neath the sky. | |
| William tell has stretched his bow till it won't stretch | |
| No furthermore and/or it may require a change that hasn't come before. | |
| No more time to tell how, this is the season of what, | |
| Now is the time of returning with our thought | |
| Jewels polished and gleaming. | |
| Now is the time past believing the child has relinquished the rein, | |
| Now is the test of the boomerang tossed in the night of redeeming. | |
| Seven faced marble eyed transitory dream doll, | |
| Six proud walkers on the jingle bell rainbow, | |
| Five men writing with fingers of gold, | |
| Four men tracking down the great white sperm whale, | |
| Three girls waiting in a foreign dominion | |
| Riding in the whalebelly, fade away in moonlight, | |
| Sink beneath the waters to the coral sands below. |
| zuò cí : Hunter, Lesh | |
| High green chilly winds and windy vines | |
| In loops around the twisted shafts of lavender, | |
| They' re crawling to the sun. | |
| Underfoot the ground is patched | |
| With arms of ivy wrapped around the manzanita, | |
| Stark and shiny in the breeze. | |
| Wonder who will water all the children of the garden | |
| When they sigh about the barren lack of rain and | |
| Droop so hungry neath the sky. | |
| William tell has stretched his bow till it won' t stretch | |
| No furthermore and or it may require a change that hasn' t come before. | |
| No more time to tell how, this is the season of what, | |
| Now is the time of returning with our thought | |
| Jewels polished and gleaming. | |
| Now is the time past believing the child has relinquished the rein, | |
| Now is the test of the boomerang tossed in the night of redeeming. | |
| Seven faced marble eyed transitory dream doll, | |
| Six proud walkers on the jingle bell rainbow, | |
| Five men writing with fingers of gold, | |
| Four men tracking down the great white sperm whale, | |
| Three girls waiting in a foreign dominion | |
| Riding in the whalebelly, fade away in moonlight, | |
| Sink beneath the waters to the coral sands below. |