How strange it would be to grow up a young woman in Canada playing quietly in the folk scene in Toronto in the mid 1960s...→[More:]... and to end up writing the one song (4.9MB mp3, the original cover) that for many (including, perhaps, the man himself) defines Jerry Garcia live. It's a great story and a storied song:

Walk me out in the morning dew my honey,
Walk me out in the morning dew today.
I can’t walk you out in the morning dew my honey,
I can’t walk you out in the morning dew today.

I thought I heard a baby cry this morning,
I thought I heard a baby cry today.
You didn’t hear no baby cry this morning,
You didn’t hear no baby cry today.

Where have all the people gone my honey,
Where have all the people gone today.
There’s no need for you to be worrying about all those people,
You never see those people anyway.

I thought I heard a young man mourn this morning,
I thought I heard a young man mourn today.
I thought I heard a young man mourn this morning,
I can’t walk you out in the morning dew today.

Walk me out in the morning dew my honey,
Walk me out in the morning dew today.
I’ll walk you out in the morning dew my honey,
I guess it doesn’t really matter anyway,
I guess it doesn’t matter anyway,
I guess it doesn’t matter anyway,
Guess it doesn’t matter anyway.