CIRRUS MINOR (Waters)

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In a churchyard by a river,

Lazing in the haze of midday,

Laughing in the grasses and the grace.

Yellow bird, you are alone

In singing and in flying on,

In laughing and in leaving.

Willow weeping in the water,

Waving to the river daughters,

Swaying in the ripples and the reeds.

On a trip to Cirrus Minor,

Saw a crater in the sun

A thousand thousands of moonlight later.

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In a church garden by the river.

loafing in the midday mist

laughing in the herbs and in the touch.

yellow bird, you are alone

while you sing and while you fly,

while you laugh and while you leave

weeping willow in the water,

undulating to the daughters of the wind,

reeling in the curls and the reeds.

On a Cirrus Minor trip

I saw a crater in the sun

about a thousand miles after moonlight

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THE NILE SONG (Waters)

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I was standing by the Nile

When I saw the lady smile.

I would take her out for a while,

For a while.

Oh, my tears wept like a child.

How her golden hair was blowing wild.

Then she spreads her wings to fly,

For to fly.

Soaring high above the breezes,

Going always where she pleases.

She will make it to the islands in the sun.

I will follow in her shadow

As I watch her from my window.

One day I will catch her eye.

She is calling from the deep,

Summoning my soul to endless sleep.

She is bound to drag me down,

drag me down

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I was by the Nile

When I saw the lady smile.

I wanted to take her for a moment,

For a moment.

Oh, my tears cried like a child.

As her golden hair blew wild.

Then he spread his wings to fly,

to fly.

Soaring high on the breezes,

Always going where you like.

It will do it to the islands in the sun.

I will follow her in her shadow

As I look at her from my window.

One day I'm going to catch his eye.

She is calling from the dark.

Summoning my soul to eternal sleep

She comes together to drag me down

drag me down

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CRYING SONG (Waters)

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We smile and smile

We smile and smile

Laughter echoes in your eyes

We climb and climb

We climb and climb

Footfalls gently in the pines

We cry and cry

We cry and cry

Sadness passes in a while

we roll and roll

we roll and roll

Help me roll away the stone. 

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we smile and smile

we smile and smile

Echoes of laughter in your eyes

We go up and we go up

We go up and we go up

Soft footsteps in the pines

we cry and we cry

we cry and we cry

The sadness passes in a moment

We sway and sway

We sway and sway

Help me move the stone aside

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UP THE KHYBER (Mason, Wright)

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Instrumental

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GREEN IS THE COLOUR (Waters)

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Heavy hung the canopy of blue

Shade my eyes and I can see you

White is the light that shines

through the dress that you wore.

She lays in the shadow of the wave

Hazy were the visions of her playing

Sunlight on her eyes

but moonshine made her cry ev'ry time.

Green is the color of her kind

Quickness of the eye deceives the mind

Envy is the bond between the hopeful and the damned

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Strong hung the blue curtain canopy

I shade my eyes and I can see you

White is the light that shines

through the dress you're wearing

She puts herself in the shadow of the wave

Nebulas were the visions of his game

The sunlight is in her eyes

but the moonshine made her scream forever.

Green is your class color

The quickness of the eye deceives the mind

Envy is the relationship between the optimist and the condemned

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CYMBALINE (Waters)

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The path you tread is narrow  

And the drop is shear and very high  

The ravens all are watching  

From a vantage point nearby  

Apprehension creeping  

Like a tube-train up your spine  

Will the tightrope reach the end  

Will the final couplet rhyme. 

And it's high time  

Cymbaline  

It's high time  

Cymbaline  

Please wake me. 

A butterfly with broken wings  

Is falling by your side  

The ravens all are closing in  

And there's nowhere you can hide  

Your manager and agent  

Are both busy on the phone  

Selling colored photographs  

To magazines back home. 

And it's high time  

Cymbaline  

It's high time  

Cymbaline  

Please wake me up.

The lines converging where you stand  

They must have moved the picture plane 

The leaves are heavy around your feet  

You hear the thunder of the train  

And suddenly it strikes you  

That they're moving into range  

Doctor Strange is always changing size. 

And it's high time  

Cymbaline  

It's high time  

Cymbaline  

Please wake me. 

And it's high time  

Cymbaline  

It's high time  

Cymbaline  

please wake me

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The path you walk is narrow

And the drop is a very strong shearing

all the crows are watching

from a vantage point

Crawling in apprehension

Like a meter above your spine

The tightrope goes to reach the end

The end of the copla will rhyme

And these are important times

Cymbaline

these are important times

Cymbaline

Please wake me up.

A butterfly with broken wings

fall on your side

All the crows are coming

And there's nowhere you can hide

Your manager and agent

They're busy on the phone

Selling color photographs

To magazines to return home.

And these are important times

Cymbaline

these are important times

Cymbaline

Please wake me up.

The lines converge where you stand

They must have moved the paint on the plane

The leaves are heavy around your feet

You hear the train thunder

And suddenly you are surprised

that they move in the variety

Doctor Strange is always changing size.

And these are important times

Cymbaline

These are important times

Cymbaline

Please wake me up.

And these are important times

Cymbaline

These are important times

Cymbaline

please wake me up

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PARTY SEQUENCE (Waters, Wright, Gilmour, Mason)

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Instrumental

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