Pink Floyd Lyrics - Album: More [1969]

Cirrus Minor.


In a churchyard by a river

Lazing in the haze of midday

Laughing in the grasses and the graves

Yellow bird you are not lonely

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 wreaths

On a trip to Cirrus Minor

Saw a crater in the sun

A thousand miles of moonlight later

The Nile Song.


I was standing by the Nile

When I saw the lady smile

I would take her out for a while, for a while

Like tears that like a child

How her golden hair was blowing wild

Then she spread her wings to fly, for to fly

Soaring high above the breezes

Going always where she pleases

She will make it to the island in the sun

I will follow her in her shadow

And I'll watch her from my window

One day I will catch her

She is calling from the deep

Summoning my soul to endless sleep

She is bound to drag me down, drag me down.

Crying Song.


We smile and smile

Laughter echoes in your eyes

We climb and climb

Fruit falls softly in the pines

We cry and cry

Sadness passess in a while

We roll and roll

Help me roll away the stone

Green Is The Colour.


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 lay in the shadow of a wave

Hazy were the visions overplayed

Sunlight in her eyes, but moonshine made her cry every time

Green is the colour of her kind

Quickness of the eye deceives the mind

Envy is the bond between the hopeful and the damned

Cymbaline.


The path you tread is narrow and the trumpets sheer and very high

The ravens all are watching from a vantage point nearby

Apprehension creeping like a tube train up your spine

Will the tight rope reach the end, will the final couplet rhyme

And it's high time, Cymbaline

Please wake me

A butterfly with broken wings is falling by your side

The ravens all are closing in, there's nowhere you can hide

Your manager and agent are both busy on the phone

Selling coloured photographs to magazines back home

And it's high time, Cymbaline

Please wake me

The lions converging where you stand,

They must have moved the picture plain

The leaves are heavy 'round your feet,

You hear the thunder of the train

Suddenly it strikes you that they're moving into range

And Doctor Strange is always changing size

And it's high time, Cymbaline

Please wake me

Ibiza Bar.


I'm so afraid of the mistakes that I made

Making every time that I lay

I feel like an oddball with a cut-off mind

So if you excuse me it's time

When the count is rhymed

And the story-line is fine

I've been amazed since the first day

I can't get a line too close

Take me down, take me down

From the cell of my mind

And hear me slowly floating lonely somewhere

I live far enough on a shelf like a dress

On the end of all that reads like a sad song

Leaves began to grow beautiful

And years they began

And hear me slowly floating lonely

Flowing down too slow

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