I got really, really sick with a spinal infection that put me in a hospital for a couple of months, and it was touch and go. I had my guitar with me, and as soon as I got well enough to play, there was nothing else to do in that hospital. The nurses would come in and request songs.

Robert Hunter

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There is a road, no simple highway, between the dawn and the dark of night, and if you go, no one may follow, that path is for your steps alone.

simple dark night

One man gathers what another man spills by Robert Hunter

One man gathers what another man spills

spills another-man men

Don't waste the breath to save your face, When you have done your best, And even more is asked of you, Let fate decide the rest.

waste fate done

Once in awhile you get shown the light, in the strangest of place... by Robert Hunter

Once in awhile you get shown the light, in the strangest of places if you look it right

learning inspirational life

In wickedness of pride is lost the light to understand how little grace is earned and how much given.

light pride grace

Ain't nobody messin' with you but you by Robert Hunter

Ain't nobody messin' with you but you

If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine by Robert Hunter

If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine

sunshine voice gold

What do you want me to do, by Robert Hunter

What do you want me to do,

Everything you cherish by Robert Hunter

Everything you cherish

garden dying death

There are times when you get hit upon, Try hard but you cannot give. Other times you'd gladly part, With what you need to live

trying giving needs

Every song falls short of the glory of what a song could be. That's why the urge is there to start again and yet again. Often it's the fault of rhyme. I've discovered a hundred times that there just aren't enough rhymes to say what I wanted to say, so I said something else instead. Sometimes it was a better thing, but the thing I meant to say went unsaid. So there's an opening for another song.

faults song fall

Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world, but the heart has its beaches, its homeland, and thoughts of its own. Wake now, discover that you are the song that the morning brings, but the heart has its seasons its evenings, and songs of its own

song morning beach

Sometimes we live no particular way but our own by Robert Hunter

Sometimes we live no particular way but our own

particular sometimes way

Comes a Time when the blind man takes your hand says DON'T YOU SE... by Robert Hunter

Comes a Time when the blind man takes your hand says DON'T YOU SEE?

blind men hands

Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world. by Robert Hunter

Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world.

wake-up eye world

There are things you can replace, and others you cannot. The time has come to weigh those things, this space is getting hot.

...if you get confused, just listen to the music play. by Robert Hunter

...if you get confused, just listen to the music play.

confused ifs play

Let my inspiration flow, in token lines suggesting rhythm, that will not forsake me, till my tale is told and done.

lines done inspiration

Without love in a dream it will never come true by Robert Hunter

Without love in a dream it will never come true

without-love dream

But I would rather be with you, somewhere in San Francisco on a back porch in July, just looking up to Heaven, at this crescent in the sky

san-francisco july sky