Good to read these (mostly) gracious words about Robert Hunter.
His words and the Dead’s music are woven into the fabric of many lives.
Reach out your hand if your cup be empty
If your cup is full may it be again
Let it be known there is a fountain
That was not made by the hands of men
Let there be songs to fill the air
His words and the Dead’s music are woven into the fabric of many lives.
Reach out your hand if your cup be empty
If your cup is full may it be again
Let it be known there is a fountain
That was not made by the hands of men
Let there be songs to fill the air