Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Grateful Dead
Performer
Bob Weir
Vocals
Bill Kreutzmann
Drums
Brent Mydland
Vocals
Jerry Garcia
Vocals
Mickey Hart
Drums
Phil Lesh
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Weir
Arranger
John Barlow
Songwriter
Bill Kreutzmann
Arranger
Brent Mydland
Arranger
Jerry Garcia
Arranger
Mickey Hart
Arranger
Phil Lesh
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jerry Garcia
Producer
Billy Rothschild
Assistant Engineer
Gregg Mann
Assistant Engineer
Michael Peri
Assistant Engineer
Dennis Leonard
Engineer
Don Pearson
Engineer
John Cutler
Engineer
Bill Candelario
Equipment Technician
Harry Popick
Equipment Technician
Jeffrey Boden
Equipment Technician
John Thomas
Equipment Technician
Laurence "Ram Rod" Shurtliff
Equipment Technician
Paul Roehlk
Equipment Technician
Steve Parish
Equipment Technician
Willy Legate
Equipment Technician
Greg Fulginiti
Mastering Engineer
Dan Healy
Producer
Bettike Barsotti
Producer
Betty Cantor-Jackson
Producer
Bill Graham
Producer
Bob Barsotti
Producer
Bob Hall
Producer
Drew Holmes
Producer
Jan Rasmussen
Producer
Peter Barsotti
Producer
Rudy House
Producer
Scott Ferry
Producer
Sherry Wasserman
Producer
Willy John Cashman
Producer
Bob Matthews
Recording Technician
Dan McInerney
Recording Technician
Jeff Hellman
Recording Technician
Lyrics
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, and 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 nighttime clean
Come grow the scorched ground green
Blow the horn, and 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
Wield to the storm and fly
Fare thee well now
Let your life proceed by it's own design
Nothing to tell now
Let the words be yours, I'm done with mine
Fare thee well now
Let your life proceed by it's own design
Nothing to tell now
Let the words be yours, I'm done with mine
Fare thee well now
Let your life proceed by it's own design
Nothing to tell now
Let the words be yours, I'm done with mine
I'm done with mine
Flight of the seabirds
Scattered like lost words
Wield to the storm and fly
Writer(s): Robert Hall Weir, John Barlow
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