(Robert Hunter)
[Originally by Grateful Dead]


As I was walkin' round grosvenor square
Not a chill to the winter but a nip to the air
From the other direction, she was calling my eye

It could be an illusion, but I might as well try, might as well
try


She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes
And I knew without askin' she was into the blues
She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls

I knew right away she was not like other girls, other girls

In the thick of the evening when the dealing got rough

She was too pat to open and too cool to bluff
As I picked up my matches and was closing the door
I had one of those flashes I'd been there before, been there

before

Well, I ain't always right but I've never been wrong

Seldom turns out the way it does in a song
Once in a while you get shown the light
In the strangest of places if you look at it right


Well there ain't nothing wrong with the way she moves
Scarlet begonias or a touch of the blues

And there's nothing wrong with the look that's in her eyes
I had to learn the hard way to let her pass by, let her pass
by


Wind in the willow's playin' "Tea for Two"
The sky was yellow and the sun was blue

Strangers stoppin' strangers just to shake their hand
Everybody's playing in the heart of gold band, heart of gold
band