Rosemary by Grateful Dead
Artist: Grateful Dead
Album: Aoxomoxoa
Grateful Dead Aoxomoxoa Rosemary
Boots were of leather, a breath of cologne
The mirror was a window she sat by alone.
All around the garden grew scarlet and purple and crimson and blue.
She came dead and she went, and at last went away, the garden was sealed when the
Flowers decayed.
On the wall of the garden a legend did say, no one may come here since no one may
Stay.