Music By Jerry Garcia
Words By Robert Hunter

Released June 1969

Boots were of leather, a breath of cologne
Her mirror was a window she sat quite alone
All around her the garden grew
Scarlet and purple and crimson and blue

She came and she went and at last went away
The garden was sealed when the flowers decayed
On the wall of the garden, a legend did say
"No one may come here, since no one may stay"

Ice Nine Publishing; used by permission