Intro - Grateful Dead

Gazing at the fire, burning by the water

Before he speaks the world around us quiets

With eyes as sharp as arrows and turning to the fire

He clears the air and cuts it with a feather

Many in a circle slowly 'round the fire

When he is gone I want to know him better

No one is forsaken, no one is a liar

He plants the tree of life on our foreheads with water

He hums, there are drums, four winds, rising suns

We are singing and playing, I her him saying

I remember breezes from winds inside your body

Keep me high, like I told you, I’ll sing to them this story and know why