Lirik Lagu Let It Grow - Grateful Dead
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
Morning comes, she follows the path to the river shore,Lightly sung, her song is the latch on the morning's door.See the sun sparkle in the reeds, silver beads, pass into the sea.
She comes from a town where they call her the woodcutter's daughter,She's brown as the bank where she kneels down to gather her water, andShe bears it away with a love that the river has taught her.
Let it flow, greatly grow, wide and clear.
Round and round, the cut of the plow in the furrowed field,Seasons round, the bushels of corn and the barley meal,Broken ground, open and beckoning to the spring,Black dirt live again!The plowman is broad as the back of the land he is sowing,As he dances the circular track of the plow ever knowingThat the work of his day measures more than the planting and growing
Let it grow, Let it grow, Greatly yield.
What shall we say, shall we call it by a name,As well to count the angels dancing on a pin.Water bright as the sky from which it came,And the name is on the earth that takes it in.We will not speak but stand inside the rain,And listen to the thunder shouting "I am! I am! I am! I am."
Nothin' more, the love of the women, work of men.Seasons round, creatures great and small, up and down as we rise and fall.
She comes from a town where they call her the woodcutter's daughter,She's brown as the bank where she kneels down to gather her water, andShe bears it away with a love that the river has taught her.
Let it flow, greatly grow, wide and clear.
Round and round, the cut of the plow in the furrowed field,Seasons round, the bushels of corn and the barley meal,Broken ground, open and beckoning to the spring,Black dirt live again!The plowman is broad as the back of the land he is sowing,As he dances the circular track of the plow ever knowingThat the work of his day measures more than the planting and growing
Let it grow, Let it grow, Greatly yield.
What shall we say, shall we call it by a name,As well to count the angels dancing on a pin.Water bright as the sky from which it came,And the name is on the earth that takes it in.We will not speak but stand inside the rain,And listen to the thunder shouting "I am! I am! I am! I am."
Nothin' more, the love of the women, work of men.Seasons round, creatures great and small, up and down as we rise and fall.

