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Album Notes
In a churchyard by a river,
Lazing in the haze of
midday,
Laughing in the grasses and the graze.
Yellow bird, you are alone
in singing and in flying on,
In 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 miles
of moonlight later.
I was standing by the Nile
Whe I saw the lady smile.
I
would take her out for a while,
For a while.
Light tears wept 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 follw 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.
We smile and smile
We smile and smile
Laughter echoes in
your eyes
We climb and climb
We climb and climb
Footfall softly in the
pines
We cry and cry
We cry and cry
Sadness passes in a while
We
role and role
We role and role
Help me role away the stone
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 the wave
Hazy were the visions of her playing
Sunlight on
her eyes but moonshine beat her blind everytime
Green is the colour of her
kind
Quickness of the eye deceives the mind
Envy is the bond between the
hopefull and the damned
The path you tread is narrow and the drop is shear and very
high
The ravens all are watching from a vantage point near by
Apprehension
creeping like a choo-train up your spine
Will the tightrope reach the end;
will the final cuplet rhyme
And it's high time
Cymbaline
It's high
time
Cymbaline
Please wake me
Butterfly with broken wings is
falling by your side
The ravens all are closing in there's no where 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
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
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
I'm so afraid of mistakes that I made
Taking every time that
I wake
I feel like a hard-boiled butter man
So give me a time when the
countries will lie on the storyline if kind
Are days are made since the
first page
I've lived every line that you wrote
Take me down, take me
down, from the shelf above your head
So give me a time when the countries
will lie on the storyline if kind
And if I live on the shelf like the
rest
And if love bleeds like a sad song
Please pick-up your camera and use
me again
So give me a time when the countries will lie on the storyline if
kind
Yea
Pass the tequila, Manuel
Leaf and cringle
Laugh at my lisp
and kill you
I think
This Spanish music
It sets my soul on
fire
Lovely seņorita
Your eyes are like stars
Your teeth are like
pearls
Your ruby lips seņorita
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