The Grateful Dead — Equinox

[Verse 1] She reclines, closing her eyes The sun that set is bound to rise Night birds and fireflies settle around her Days grow long, spring is here Waterfalls will shine again Our minds have gone down stream Shooting the rapids [Verse 2] Oh, the arctic flame Bright as the eye of a hurricane We're all just the same growing children Every moment is perfect, every sound is a jewel Every man is a prophet at the mercy of a fool [Verse 3] Watch the seasons go, as sunshine turns to cold snow Chill in the hard rain, numbers of tomorrow The great globe spins, the music starts Every beat knows its part To keep it spinning in a circle Every moment is perfect, every eye is a jewel Every man is a prophet with the mercy of a fool