Lyrics:

(Robert Hunter)[Originally by Grateful Dead]As I was walkin' round grosvenor squareNot a chill to the winter but a nip to the airFrom the other direction, she was calling my eyeIt could be an illusion, but I might as well try, might as well tryShe had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoesAnd I knew without askin' she was into the bluesShe wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curlsI knew right away she was not like other girls, other girlsIn the thick of the evening when the dealing got roughShe was too pat to open and too cool to bluffAs I picked up my matches and was closing the doorI had one of those flashes I'd been there before, been there beforeWell, I ain't always right but I've never been wrongSeldom turns out the way it does in a songOnce in a while you get shown the lightIn the strangest of places if you look at it rightWell there ain't nothing wrong with the way she movesScarlet begonias or a touch of the bluesAnd there's nothing wrong with the look that's in her eyesI had to learn the hard way to let her pass by, let her pass byWind in the willow's playin' 'Tea for Two'The sky was yellow and the sun was blueStrangers stoppin' strangers just to shake their handEverybody's playing in the heart of gold band, heart of gold band