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Cirrus Minor (Waters)

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.

The Nile Song (Waters)

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.

Crying Song (Waters)

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

Up the Khyber (Waters, Wright)

(Instrumental)

Green is the Colour (Waters)

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

Many is the bond between the hopefull and the damned

Cymbaline (Waters)

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

Party Sequence (Mason, Gilmour, Waters, Wright) (Instrumental)

Main Theme (Mason, Gilmour, Waters, Wright) (Instrumental)

Ibiza Bar (Mason, Gilmour, Waters, Wright)

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

More Blues (Mason, Gilmour, Waters, Wright) (Instrumental)

Quicksilver (Mason, Gilmour, Waters, Wright) (Instrumental)

A Spanish Piece (Gilmour)

Bath of tequila, Manuel

Leaf and cringle

Laugh at my lisp and kill you

I think

This Spanish music

It sets my soul on fire

Lovely seniorita

Your eyes are like stars

Your teeth are like pearls

Your ruby lips seniorita

Dramatic Theme (Mason, Gilmour, Waters, Wright) (Instrumental)