| Let my inspiration flow
|
| In token rhyme suggesting rhythm
|
| That will not forsake me
|
| Till my tale is told and done
|
| While the firelight’s aglow
|
| Strange shadows from the flames will grow
|
| 'till things we’ve never seen
|
| Will seem familiar
|
| Shadows of a sailor forming
|
| Winds both foul and fair all swarm
|
| Down in Carlisle, he loved a lady
|
| Many years ago
|
| Here beside him stands a man
|
| A soldier from the looks of him
|
| Who came through many fights
|
| But lost at love
|
| While the storyteller speaks
|
| A door within the fire creaks
|
| Suddenly flies open
|
| And a girl is standing there
|
| Eyes alight with glowing hair
|
| All that fancy paints as fair
|
| She takes her fan and throws it
|
| In the lion’s den
|
| «Which of you to gain me, tell
|
| Will risk uncertain pains of hell?
|
| I will not forgive you
|
| If you will not take the chance»
|
| The sailor gave at least a try
|
| The soldier being much too wise
|
| Strategy was his strength
|
| And not disaster
|
| The sailor coming out again
|
| The lady fairly leapt at him
|
| That’s how it stands today
|
| You decide if he was wise
|
| The storyteller makes no choice
|
| Soon you will not hear his voice
|
| His job is to shed light
|
| And not to master
|
| Since the end is never told
|
| We pay the teller off in gold
|
| In hopes he will come back
|
| But he cannot be bought or sold
|
| Terrapin Station
|
| Inspiration move me brightly
|
| Light the song with sense and color
|
| Hold away despair
|
| More than this I will not ask
|
| Faced with mysteries dark and vast
|
| Statements just seem vain at last
|
| Some rise, some fall, some climb
|
| To get to Terrapin
|
| Counting stars by candlelight
|
| All are dim but one is bright:
|
| The spiral light of Venus
|
| Rising first and shining best
|
| (Oh)
|
| From the northwest corner
|
| Of a brand-new crescent moon
|
| Crickets and cicadas sing
|
| A rare and different tune
|
| Terrapin Station
|
| In the shadow of the moon
|
| Terrapin Station
|
| And I know we’ll be there soon
|
| Terrapin — I can’t figure out
|
| Terrapin — if it’s the end or beginning
|
| Terrapin — but the train’s put it’s brakes on
|
| And the whistle is screaming: Terrapin
|
| At a Siding
|
| While you were gone
|
| These faces filled with darkness
|
| The obvious was hidden
|
| With nothing to believe in
|
| The compass always points to Terrapin
|
| Sullen wings of fortune beat like rain
|
| You’re back in Terrapin for good or ill again
|
| For good or ill again |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Terrapin Station Medley , by - Grateful Dead. Song from the album Complete Studio Albums Collection, in the genre Иностранный рок