The Eleven

Lyrics By: Robert Hunter Music By: Phil Lesh

No more time to tell how This is the season of what Now is the time of returning With our thought jewels polished and gleaming

Now is the time past believing The child has relinquished the reign Now is the test of the boomerang Tossed in the night of redeeming

Eight-sided whispering hallelujah hatrack Seven-faced marble eye transitory dream doll Six proud walkers on jingle-bell rainbow Five men writing in fingers of gold Four men tracking the great white sperm whale Three girls wait in a foreign dominion Ride in the whalebelly Fade away in moonlight Sink beneath the waters To the coral sands below Now is the time of returning