A Quote by Jerry Garcia

I'm goin' where the wind don't blow so strange, maybe off on some high cold mountain chain. — © Jerry Garcia
I'm goin' where the wind don't blow so strange, maybe off on some high cold mountain chain.
Once fishing was a rabbit's foot-- O wind blow cold, O wind blow hot
Climb the steep Cold Mountain way Roads to Cold Mountain are many and never ending The valleys are long and deep, the peaks piled high The streams are wide, the grass is thick The moss is slippery though there is no rain The pines sigh though there is no wind Who can escape the snares of the world And come to sit with me among the white clouds?
Clambering up the Cold Mountain path, The Cold Mountain trail goes on and on: The long gorge choked with scree and boulders, The wide creek, the mist-blurred grass. The moss is slippery, though there's been no rain The pine sings, but there's no wind. Who can leap the world's ties And sit with me among the white clouds?
Other times when I hear the wind blow I feel that just hearing the wind blow makes it worth being born.
I only felt a cold wind blow while I tried to hang on to the past.
Some goin' east; and-a some goin' west, Some stand aside to try their best. Some livin' big, but the most is livin' small. They just can't even find no food at all.
It having been a very cold night last night I had got some cold, and so in pain by wind, and a sure precursor of pain is sudden letting off farts, and when that stops, then my passages stop and my pain begins
Strange things blow in through my window on the wings of the night wind and I don't worry about my destiny.
Men ask the way to Cold Mountain, Cold Mountain: there's no through trail.
Some men go a lifetime and never have their kid blow up a car, but I have a daughter who's knocked off three cars and burned down a funeral home. Maybe that's some kind of record.
There's high, and then there's high, and to get really high--I mean so high that you can walk on the water, that high--that's where I'm goin'
My love is like the wind and wild is the wind. Give me more than one caress, satisfy my hungriness. Let the wind blow through your heart for wild is the wind.
There's some sorta big bar-be-que goin' on here in turn three. There's smoke all over the track! Some fan's got a big one goin' on.
A clear cold morning with high wind: we caught in a trap a large gray wolf, and last night obtained in the same way a fox who had for some time infested the neighbourhood of the fort.
When we think of [John F. Kennedy], he is without a hat, standing in the wind and weather. He was impatient of topcoats and hats, preferring to be exposed, and he was young enough and tough enough to enjoy the cold and the wind of those times.... It can be said of him, as of few men in a like position, that he did not fear the weather, and did not trim his sails, but instead challenged the wind itself, to improve its direction and to cause it to blow more softly and more kindly over the world and its people.
Farewell we call to hearth and hall! Though wind may blow and rain may fall. We must away ere the break of day. Far over wood and mountain tall.
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