Is this a
song about a
ghost looking out to sea, a suicide inthe garden or a brown-haired girl. Tune in
next lifetime to find out.
"It Must Have Been the
Roses"
Words and music by
Robert Hunter
Reprinted with permissions copyright
Ice Nine Publishing
Annie layed her head down in the roses
She had ribbons, ribbons,
ribbons
in her long
brown hair
I don't know, it must have been the roses
All I know is I could not leave her there
I don't know, it must have been the roses
The roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair
I don't know maybe it was the roses
All I know was I could not leave her there
Ten years the waves rolled the
ships home from the
sea
Thinking well how it may blow
in
all good company
if I tell another what
your own
lips told to me
may I lay neath the roses
and my
eyes no longer
see
I don't know, it must have been the roses
The roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair
I don't know maybe it was the roses
All I know was I could not leave her there
One pane of
glass in the window
No one is complaining though,
come in and shut the door
Faded is the
crimson from the
ribbons that she wore
and it's strange how no one
comes round anymore
I don't know, it must have been the roses
The roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair
I don't know maybe it was the roses
All I know was I could not leave her there
Annie layed her head down in the roses
She had ribbons, ribbons, ribbons
in her long brown hair
I don't know, it must have been the roses
All I know was I could not leave her there
I don't know, it must have been the roses
The roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair
I don't know maybe it was the roses
All I know was I could not leave her there
First performance:
February 22,
1974, at the
Winterland Arena in
San Francisco by the
Grateful Dead.