Music: Phil Lesh
Played a few times by the Grateful Dead in 1968--and not to be confused with the traditional Oh My Darling Clementine. The lyric is not in Robert Hunters book Box Of Rain, but he has confirmed he wrote it
Chopped olive sandwiches, roses and wine
Cold ripe persimmons, my sweet Clementine
Theres a chill in the meadow, of bottomless time
I go on, I go on, I cannot fill my cup
Theres a hole in the bottom, the spring has dried up
I run through the forests of linear time
Chop through the branches and cut through the vines
Ill be back in a moment, though it may take me years
In the lava rock canyons corroded with fears
Of corruptible bodies and grief beyond tears
Ill go on till I hear the sweet voices behind
That Ive left for the comfort of cold Clementine
This is the 2 Feb 1968 version:
Chopped olive sandwiches, roses and wine
Red ripe persimmons, my sweet Clementine 
I go on, I go on, I cant fill my cup
Theres a hole in the bottom, the well has dried up
I run through the forest, I cut past the vine
Head through the thickets of linear time
 of voices, sweet voices behind 
Ive left for the comfort of cold Clementine
Notes
 the 20 Jan 1968 version is Cold ripe persimmons
 the 23 Jan 1968 version is ... never was mine
The 20 Jan 1968 version is essentially the same as the 2 Feb one, but with the first verse only. The 23 Jan 1968 version has Jerry singing the first verse, then repeating the first two lines of the first verse, followed by the third and fourth lines of the second verse
The 26 Jan 1969 version is a more complete one:
Chopped olive sandwiches, roses and wine
Cold ripe persimmons, my sweet Clementine
Theres a chill in the meadow of bottomless time
I go on, I go on, I cant fill my cup
Theres a hole in the bottom, the spring has dried up
Just a thought for the moment, it never was mine
Just like a and cut past the vines
I run through the forests of linear time
I go on, I go on, I cant fill my cup
I go on, I go on, though it might take me years
In the lava rock canyons all corroded with fears
Corruptible bodies and grief beyond tears
I go on till I hear the sweet voices behind
That Ive left for the comfort of cold Clementine