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Grateful Dead - Fare Thee Well - Days Between
Fare Thee Well
Disc 1
01. China Cat Sunflower
02. I Know You Rider
03. Estimated Prophet
04. Built to Last
05. Samson and Delilah
06. Mountains of the Moon
07. Throwing Stones
Disc 2
01. Truckin’
02. Cassidy
03. Althea
04. Terrapin Station
05. Drums
Disc 3
01. Space
02. Unbroken Chain
03. Days Between
04. Not Fade Away
05. Touch of Grey
06. Attics of My Life
Disc 4
01. Intro
02. China Cat Sunflower
03. I Know You Rider
04. Estimated Prophet
05. Build to Last
06. Samson and Delilah
07. Mountains of the Moon
08. Throwing Stones
09. Credits
Disc 5
01. Intro
02. Truckin’
03. Cassidy
04. Althea
05. Terrapin Station
06. Drums
07. Space
08. Unbroken Chain
09. Days Between
10. Not Fade Away
11. Grateful Lesh Preaches Organ Donation
12. Touch of Grey
13. Attics of My Life
14. Credits
There were days
and there were days
and there were days between
Summer flies and August dies
and the world grows dark and mean
Comes the shimmer of the moon
on black infested trees
the singing man is at his song
the holy on their knees
The reckless are out wrecking
The timid plead their pleas
No one knows much more of this
than anyone can see anyone can see
There were days
and there were days
and there were days besides
when phantom ships with phantom sails
set to sea on phantom tides
Comes the lightning of the sun
on bright unfocused eyes
the blue of yet another day
a springtime wet with sighs
a hopeful candle lingers
in the land of lullabies
where headless horsemen vanish
with wild and lonely cries lonely cries
There were days
and there were days
and there were days I know
when all we ever wanted
was to learn and love and grow
Once we grew into our shoes
we told them where to go
Walked halfway around the world
on promise of the glow
Stood upon a mountain top
Walked barefoot in the snow
Gave the best we had to give
How much we'll never know
There were days
and there were days
and there were days between
polished like a golden bowl
The finest ever seen
Hearts of Summer held in trust
still tender, young and green
left on shelves collecting dust
not knowing what they mean
Valentines of flesh and blood
as soft as velveteen
hoping love would not forsake
the days that lie between
lie between