Cassidy - Bob Weir

I have seen where the wolf has slept by the silver stream

I can tell by the mark he left, you were in his dream

Ah child of countless trees

Ah child of boundless seas

What you are, what you’re meant to be

Speaks his name, though you were born to me

Born to me, Cassidy

Lost now on the country miles in his Cadillac

I can tell by the way you smile, he is rolling back

Come wash the night-time clean

Come grow the scorched ground green

Blow the horn, tap the tambourine

Close the gap of the dark years in between

You and me, Cassidy

Quick beats in an icy heart

Catch colt draws a coffin cart

There he goes and now here she starts

Hear her cry

Flight of the seabirds

Scattered like lost words

Wheel to the storm and fly

Faring thee well now

Let your life proceed by its own designs

Nothing to tell now

Let the words be yours, I’m done with mine