Lyrics By: Robert Hunter
Music By: Robert Hunter

 Annie laid her head down in the roses
 She had ribbons, ribbons, ribbons in her long brown hair
 I don't know, maybe it was the roses
 All I know, I could not leave her there

 I don't know, it must have been the roses
 The roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair
 I don't know, maybe it was the roses
 All I know, I could not leave her there

 Ten years the waves rolled the ships home from the sea
 Thinking well how it may blow in all [bad word] 
 If I tell another what your own lips told to me
 Let me lay 'neath the roses and my eyes no longer see

 One pane of glass in the window
 No one [bad word]  [bad word] in and shut the door
 Faded is the crimson from the ribbons that she wore
 And it's strange how no [bad word] round any more

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One of only two songs where the Dead played Robert Hunter's music as well as his lyrics.