Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Clementine, artist - Grateful Dead. Date of issue: 06.06.2019
Song language: English
Clementine |
| Chopped olive sandwiches, roses and wine |
| Cold ripe persimmons, my sweet Clementine |
| There’s a chill in the meadow, of bottomless time |
| I go on, I go on, I cannot fill my cup |
| There’s a hole in the bottom, the spring has dried up |
| I run through the forests of linear time |
| Chop through the branches and cut through the vines |
| I’ll be back in a moment, though it may take me years |
| In the lava rock canyons corroded with fears |
| Of corruptible bodies and grief beyond tears |
| I’ll go on till I hear the sweet voices behind |
| That I’ve left for the comfort of cold Clementine |
| This is the 2 Feb 1968 version: |
| Chopped olive sandwiches, roses and wine |
| Red ripe persimmons, my sweet Clementine (note 1) |
| I go on, I go on, I can’t fill my cup |
| There’s a hole in the bottom, the well has dried up |
| I run through the forest, I cut past the vine |
| Head through the thickets of linear time |
| (A field full) of voices, sweet voices behind (note 2) |
| I’ve left for the comfort of cold Clementine |
| Notes |
| (1) the 20 Jan 1968 version is «Cold ripe persimmons» |
| (2) the 23 Jan 1968 version is «…never was mine» |
| The 20 Jan 1968 version is essentially the same as the 2 Feb one, |
| but with the first verse only. |
| The 23 Jan 1968 version has Jerry singing the |
| first verse, then repeating the first two lines of the first verse, |
| followed by the third and fourth lines of the second verse |
| The 26 Jan 1969 version is a more complete one: |
| Chopped olive sandwiches, roses and wine |
| Cold ripe persimmons, my sweet Clementine |
| There’s a chill in the meadow of bottomless time |
| I go on, I go on, I can’t fill my cup |
| There’s a hole in the bottom, the spring has dried up |
| Just a thought for the moment, it never was mine |
| Just like a (fat through) and cut past the vines |
| I run through the forests of linear time |
| I go on, I go on, I can’t fill my cup |
| I go on, I go on, though it might take me years |
| In the lava rock canyons all corroded with fears |
| Corruptible bodies and grief beyond tears |
| I go on till I hear the sweet voices behind |
| That I’ve left for the comfort of cold Clementine |