Pink Floyd lyrics

Album: More [1969]

Tracks
01   Cirrus Minor.   02   The Nile Song.   03   Crying Song.   04   Green Is The Colour.   05   Cymbaline.   06   Ibiza Bar.
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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