Song Title: The Eleven
Players: J. Garcia, M. Hart, R. McKernan, B. Kreutzmann, P. Lesh, B. Weir
Album: Two From The Vault / 1968 Shrine Aud., Los Angeles, CA
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Time: 14:27
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The Eleven
Lyrics: Robert Hunter
Music: Phil Lesh
Published By; Ice Nine Publishing Company, Inc.(ASCAP)

No more time to tell how
This is the season of what
Now is the time of returning
With 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 track whispering hallelujah hatrack
Seven faced marble eyed transitory dream doll
Six proud walkers on the jingle bell rainbow
Five men writing with fingers of gold
Four men tracking down the great white sperm whale
Three girls waiting in a foreign dominion
Riding in the whalebelly
Fade away in moonlight
Sink beneath the waters to the coral sands below