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​What's Become Of The Baby

This song is by Grateful Dead and appears on the album Aoxomoxoa (1969).

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

What's become of the baby this cold December morning?

Songbirds frozen in their flight
Drifting to the earth, remnants of forgotten dreaming
Calling... answer comes there none.
Go to sleep you child, dream of never-ending always

Panes of crystal, eyes sparkle like waterfalls
Lighting the polished ice caverns of Khan,
But where in the looking-glass fields of illusion
Wandered the child who was perfect as dawn?

What's become of the baby this cold December morning?
What's become of the baby this cold December morning?

Racing rhythms of the sun
All the world revolves captured in the eye of Odin
Allah, pray, where are you now?
All Mohammed's men are blinded by the sparkling waters
Scheherazade gathering stories to tell
From primal gold fantasy petals that fall

But where is the child who played with the sun chimes?
And chased the cloud sheep to the regions of rhyme?
Stranded stream cries the south wind
Lost in the regions of lead
Shadow-like chains of illusion, delusions of living and dead.