Weather Report Suite: Prelude / Pt. I / Pt. II (Let It Grow) - Live at Philadelphia Civic Center, Philadelphia, PA, August 4-5, 1974

Prelude
 Instrumental
 Part I
 Winter rain, now tell me why, Summers fade, and roses die.
 The answer came; the wind and rain.
 Golden hills, now veiled in grey, Summer leaves have blown away
 Now what remains? The wind and rain.
 And like a desert spring, my lover comes and spreads her wings, Knowing,
 Like a song that's born to soar the sky, Flowing,
 Flowing 'til the waters all are dry, Growing, the loving in her eyes.
 Circle songs and sands of time, and seasons will end in tumbled rhyme,
 and little change, the wind and rain.
 And like a desert spring, my lover comes and spreads her wings,
 Knowing, Like a song that's born to soar the sky,
 Flowing, Flowing 'til the rivers all are dry, Growing, the loving in her eyes.
 Winter grey and falling rain, we'll see summer come again,
 Darkness falls and seasons change (gonna happen every time).
 Same old friends the wind and rain, Summers fade and roses die,
 You'll see summer come again, Like a song that's born to soar the sky.
 Part II (Let It Grow)
 Morning comes, she follows the path to the river shore
 Lightly sung, her song is the latch on the morning's door
 See the sun sparkle in the reeds; silver beads pass into the sea
 She comes from a town where they call her the woodcutter's daughter
 She's brown as the bank where she kneels down to gather her water
 And she bears it away with a love that the river has taught her
 Let it flow, greatly flow, wide and clear
 Round and round, the cut of the plow in the furrowed field
 Seasons round, the bushels of corn and the barley meal
 Broken ground, open and beckoning to the spring; black dirt live again
 The plowman is broad as the back of the land he is sowing
 As he dances the circular track of the plow ever knowing
 That the work of his day measures more than the planting and growing
 Let it grow, let it grow, greatly yield
 What shall we say, shall we call it by a name
 As well to count the angels dancing on a pin
 Water bright as the sky from which it came
 And the name is on the earth that takes it in
 We will not speak but stand inside the rain
 And listen to the thunder shout
 I am, I am, I am, I am
 So it goes, we make what we made since the world began
 Nothing more, the love of the women, work of men
 Seasons round, creatures great and small, up and down, as we rise and fall