Scarlet Begonias / Fire on the Mountain - Grateful Dead

As I was walking '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 asking 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 heat 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 often right but I’ve never been wrong

It seldom turns out the way it does in this 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

Or 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, I had to let her pass by, let her pass by

Wind in the willow’s playing «Tea For Two»

The sky was yellow and the sun was blue

Strangers stopping strangers just to shake their hand

Everybody’s playing in the heart of gold band, heart of gold band

Long distance runner

What you standing there for?

Get up, get up

Get out of the door

You’re playing cold music

On the barroom floor

Drowned in your laughter

And dead to the core

There’s a dragon with matches

That’s loose on the town

Take a whole pail of water

Just to cool him down

Fire, fire on the mountain

Fire, fire on the mountain

Fire, fire on the mountain

Fire, fire on the mountain

Almost ablaze

Still you don’t feel the heat

It takes all you got

Just to stay on the beat

You say it’s a living

We all gotta eat

But you’re here alone

There’s no one to compete

If mercy’s in business

I wish it for you

More than just ashes

When your dreams come true

Fire, fire on the mountain

Fire, fire on the mountain

Fire, fire on the mountain

Fire, fire on the mountain

Long distance runner

What you holding out for?

Caught in slow motion

In a dash for the door

The flame from your stage

Has now spread to the floor

You gave all you had

Why you wanna give more?

The more that you give

The more it will take

To the thin line beyond which

You really can’t fake

Fire, fire on the mountain

Fire, fire on the mountain

Fire, fire on the mountain

Fire, fire on the mountain