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Song Detail — The Eleven (Grateful Dead)
Lyrics
No more time to tell how
This is the season of what now
Now is the time of returning
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 the jinglebell rainbow
Five men writing with fingers of gold
Four men tracking down the great white sperm whale
Three girls waiting in a foreign dominion
Ride away in whale belly, fade away in moonlight
Sink beneath the water to the coral sand below
Coral sand below
Coral sand below

No more time to tell how
This is the season of what now
This is the season of what now
This is the season of what now
What now...

No more time to tell how
This is the season of what now...
What now...