Letra What's Become Of The Baby de Grateful Dead original

Waves of violet go crashing and laughing
The rainbow winged singing birds fly round the sun
Sun bells rain down in a liquid profusion
Mermaids on porpoises draw up the dawn
Whats become of the baby this cold december morning?

Songbirds frozen in their flight
Drifting to the earth, remnants of forgotten dreaming
Dawning answer comes there none.

Go to sleep you child, dream of never-ending always
Panes of crystal ice sparkle like waterfalls
Lighting the polished ice caverns of the dawn,
But where in the looking-glass fields of illusion
Wandered the child who was perfect as the dawn?
Whats become of the baby this cold december morning?
Whats become of the baby this cold december morning?

Racing in rhythm of the sun
All the world revolves captured in the eye of woman
Allah, where are you now?

All eyes are blinded by the sparkling waters
Scheherazade gathering stories to tell
But where is the child who played with the sunshines?
And chased the cloud shape to the regions of mind?
Standing stream cries the south wind
Lost in the regions of
Shadow-like chains of illusion, delusions of living and dead.