"Once in a while you get shown the light
In the strangest of places if you look at it right."
By The Grateful Dead
As I was walkin' 'round Grosvenor Square
Not a chill to the winter but a nip to the air,
From the other direction,
she was calling my eye,
It could be an illusion,
but I might as well try, might as well try.
She had rings on her fingers
and bells on her shoes.
And I knew without askin'
she was into the blues.
She wore scarlet begonias
tucked into her curls,
I knew right away
she was not like other girls,
In the thick of the evening
when the dealing got rough,
She was too pat to open and too cool to bluff.
As I picked up my matches
and was closing the door,
I had one of those flashes
I'd been there before, been there before.
Well, I ain't always right but I've never been wrong.
Seldom turns out the way it does in a song.
Once in a while you get shown the light
In the strangest of places
if you look at it right.
Well there ain't nothing wrong with the way she moves,
Scarlet begonias or a touch of the blues.
And there's nothing wrong with
the look that's in her eyes,
I had to learn the hard way,
to let her pass by, let her pass by.
Wind in the willow's playin' "Tea for Two";
The sky was yellow and the sun was blue,
Strangers stoppin' strangers
just to shake their hand,
Everybody's playing in the heart of gold band,
heart of gold band.
All of these extraordinarily beautiful reproductions of paintings are by the extremely gifted artist,
JOHN WILLIAM WATERHOUSE