Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Grateful Dead
Performer
Bill Kreutzmann
Drums
Jerry Garcia
Vocals
Mickey Hart
Drums
Phil Lesh
Bass Guitar
The English Chorale
Chorus
Martyn Ford
Conductor
Robert Howes
Conductor
Bob Weir
Vocals
Keith Godchaux
Piano
Tom Scott
Saxophone
Donna Jean Godchaux
Vocals
The Martyn Ford Orchestra
Orchestra
The English Choral
Choir
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bill Kreutzmann
Arranger
Jerry Garcia
Arranger
Mickey Hart
Arranger
Robert Hunter
Songwriter
Phil Lesh
Arranger
Bob Weir
Arranger
Keith Godchaux
Arranger
Donna Jean Godchaux
Arranger
Paul Buckmaster
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bill Kreutzmann
Producer
Jerry Garcia
Producer
Joe Gastwirt
Mastering Engineer
Mickey Hart
Producer
Phil Lesh
Producer
Keith Olsen
Producer
Robert Gatley
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Bob Weir
Producer
Hale Milfgrim
Associate Producer
Jimmy Edwards
Associate Producer
Keith Godchaux
Producer
Robin Hurley
Associate Producer
Scott Pascucci
Associate Producer
Donna Jean Godchaux
Producer
Greg Fulginiti
Mastering Engineer
Rick Collins
Mastering Engineer
David DeVore
Engineer
Tom Flye
Mixing Engineer
David Lemieux
Producer
Cameron Sears
Producer
James Austin
Producer
Lyrics
Let my inspiration flow
In token rhyme, suggesting rhythm
That will not forsake you
Till my tale is told and done
While the firelight's aglow
Strange shadows from the flames will grow
Till things we've never seen
Will seem familiar
Shadows of a sailor, forming winds
Both foul and fair all swarm
Down in Carlisle, he loved
A lady many years ago
Here beside him stands a man
A soldier from the looks of him
Who came through many fights
But lost at love
While the story teller speaks
A door within the fire creaks
Suddenly flies open
And a girl is standing there
Eyes alight with glowing hair
All that fancy paints as fair
She takes her fan and throws it
In the lion's den
Which of you to gain me tell
Will risk uncertain pains of hell?
I will not forgive you
If you will not take the chance
The sailor gave at least a try
The soldier being much too wise
Strategy was his strength
Not disaster
The sailor, coming out again
The lady fairly leapt at him
That's how it stands today
You decide if he was wise
The story teller makes no choice
Soon you will not hear his voice
His job is to shed light
Not to master
Since the end is never told
We pay the teller off in gold
In hopes he will come back
But he cannot be bought or sold
Inspiration, move me brightly
Light the song with sense and color
Hold away despair
More than this I will not ask
Faced with mysteries dark and vast
Statements just seem vain at last
Some rise, some fall
Some climb to get to Terrapin
Counting stars by candlelight
All are dim but one is bright
The spiral light of Venus
Rising first and shining best
On, from the northwest corner
Of a brand new crescent moon
Crickets and cicadas sing
A rare and different tune
Terrapin station
In the shadow of the moon
Terrapin station
And I know we'll be there soon
Terrapin
I can't figure out
Terrapin
If it's the end or beginning
Terrapin
But the train's put it's brakes on
Terrapin
And the whistle is screaming
Terrapin
Writer(s): Robert Hunter, Jerry Garcia
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