BLACK MUDDY RIVER    Garcia/Hunter
      
                        When it seems like the night will last forever
                        And there's nothing left to do but count the years.
                        When it seems the heart strings start to sever.
                        And stones fall from my eyes instead of tears.
                        I will walk alone by the black muddy river
                        And dream me a dream of my own.
                        I will walk alone by the black muddy river
                        And sing me a song of my own, and sing me a song of my own.










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ROSE OF SHARON
Robert Hunter What are you going to name that pretty baby? You must call it one thing or another. This one parted water, that one walked upon Perhaps I'll call this child a Rose of Sharon What's to be the ground that child walks upon? Will it be solid rock or shifting sand? Think I'll set him down on concrete highways Think I'll bring him up to walk the land I think I'll call him just another stranger Believe I'll call him knocking at your door Asking you for shelter from the lightning Space to rest upon your kitchen floor Will he be a man of constant sorrow? Born to beg a coat against the storm? Or will he want a house with many pillars? And fire of a night to keep him warm? And if a stranger comes for troubled shelter With hounds and torchlight on his midnight trail Will he find a moment free of madness there? And ears that still can hear to tell his tale? Then you could call that child the Rock of Ages You could call him raft upon the flood He has been the face of many races He has been the palace in the blood If that child should end up in a prison As sometimes chance will deal to honest men One room is like another to a stranger Any man of worth will be his friend Now what you gonna call that pretty baby? You must call it one thing or another Think I'll call him flame out on the water Think I'll call him shore between the sea Drop him on the rocks and he will shatter Cut him with a blade and he will bleed Plant him in the ground, he will rise up again Sometimes as a flower, sometimes a reed What you gonna call that pretty baby? You must call him one thing or another This one parted water, that one walked upon Perhaps I'll call this child a Rose of Sharon
When I read this or listen to Robert Hunter singing it, the line "Any man of worth will be his friend"
completely expresses my feelings about my son.



Listen to .wav samples of Robert Hunter singing 'Rose of Sharon'

..... speaker (492K) -- First Stanza......... (225K) -- Stanza 7 - man of worth...... (612K) -- Stanza 8 & 9





dancing baby







You can find some fascinating information at these LINKS
to Robert Hunter.


1. The Fractals of Familiarity and Innovation
2. The Annotated Robert Hunter Discography
3. Annotated "Black Muddy River"
4. Robert Hunter Personal Archives
5. Duino Elegies/The Sonnets to Orpheus
translated by Robert Hunter, illustrated by Maureen Hunter
6. Robert Hunter





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Robert Fischer kindly allowed me to use this photo.
visit his page and see more photos of the concert
along with many more things of interest.






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