Baba Jingo

Lyrics: Robert Hunter
Music: Mickey Hart

A Hart/Hunter song first played by The Other Ones in 1998. The lyrics varied a little between performances: this is the version recorded on "The Strange Remain":

Baba Jingo, Baba Jingo, voices in the wind
Run the circle to the end and roll it back again
Run it round the midnight 'til the bell of morning peals
Seven miles to the step with wings upon your heels
Seven miles to the step with wings upon your heels

Burn the water, freeze the fire, spin the molten silk
Squeeze the butter from the stone and rubies from the milk
In the land of amber skies where the sun shines from the ground
You draw a circle in the sand and you pass that cup around

Now pass that cup from lip to lip but never spill a drop
Sip the foam and lick the brine from the bottom to the top
Ask the lizard on the stone the way to No Man's Land
Right by night and left by day, just as the wind commands

Up the mountain, down the pass beside the waterfall
If you're thirsty fill your flask but do not drink it all
Save a healthy swallow for the blue wind of the vale
To take you home by midnight on wings that never fail
To take you home by midnight on wings that never fail

Baba Jingo, King of mustard, pepper corns and salt
Add your spices to the brew beneath the starry vault
Baba Jingo, Baba Jingo, voices in the wind
Run that circle to the end and roll it back again

Run it round the midnight 'til the bell of morning peals
Seven miles to the step with wings upon your heels
Seven miles to the step with wings upon your heels

Baba Jingo, Baba Jingo, voices in the wind
Run that circle to the end and roll it back again
Run the circle to the end and roll it back again
Run that circle to the end and roll it back again

Baba Jingo, Baba Jingo, voices in the wind
Run that circle to the end and roll it back again
Run it round the midnight 'til the bell of morning peals
Seven miles to the step with wings upon your heels
Seven miles to the step with wings upon your heels

Baba Jingo, Baba Jingo, voices in the wind
Run that circle to the end and roll it back again
Run that circle to the end and roll it back again
Run that circle to the end and roll it back again
Run that circle to the end and roll it back again

Baba jingo fly by night, break those bones in two
Suck the marrow, chew the gristle, boil 'em down to glue
Raggle Daggle, King of mustard, pepper corns and salt
Add your spices to the brew beneath the starry vault