Pink Floyd - Lyrics

Little by little the night turns around

counting the leaves which tremble in the dawn

notices leaning on each other and yearning

under the leaves the swallow is resting

Set the controls for the heart of the sun

On to the mountain watching the Watcher

breaking the darkness, breaking the grapevine

the moment your flaw is run to your shadow

notice the shadow that reopens the vine

Set the controls for the heart of the sun

heart of the sun

Breaking the shape of his questions for ever

when the sun will fall in the evening

will he remember the lesson I gave him

Set the controls for the heart of the sun

heart of the sun

Corporal Clegg had a wooden leg

he won it in the war in nineteen forty four

Corporal Clegg had a medal too

in orange and in blue, he found it in the zoo

Dear oh dear, oh are they really sad for me

dear oh dear, oh will they really laugh at me

Mrs. Clegg, you must be proud of him

mrs. Clegg, another drop of gin

Corporal Clegg, umbrella in the rain

he's never been the same but no one is to blame

Corporal Clegg received his medal in a dream

from Her Majesty the Queen, his boots were very clean

Fairly girls were very much in love

but he doesn't mind

pickin' up his sister

makes his way to the see-saw land

all the way she smiled

she goes up while he goes down

Sits on a snake in the river

laughter in his sleeves

sister's throwing stones

hoping for a hit

he doesn't know, so there

she goes up while he goes down

Another time, another day

her brother's plain to me

another time, another day day day

She was selling plastic flowers

on a sunday afternoon

pickin' up me, she has not got the time to care

all can see, he's not there

she grows up for another man and he's down

It's awfully considerate of you to think of me here

and I'm most obliged to you for making it clear

that I'm not here

and I never knew the room could be so big

and I never knew the room could be so blue

and I'm grateful that you threw away my old shoes

and brought me here instead dressed in red

And I'm wandering who could be writing this song

I don't care if the sun don't shine

I don't care if nothing is mine

and I don't care I'm nervous with you

I'll do my loving in the winter

And the sea isn't green

and I love the queen

and what exactly is a dream

and what exactly is a joke

‘69

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

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.

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

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

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

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

‘69

Icy wind of night be gone, this is not your domain

in the sky a bird was heard to cry

misty morning whisperings and gentle stirring sounds

be like the deathly silence that lay all around

Hear the knock and hearten

to the barking of the dog fox

gone to ground

see the splashing of the kingfisher

flashing through the water

and the river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees

laughing as it passes through the endless summer

making for the sea

In the lazy watermeadow I lay me down

all around me golden sunflakes settle on the ground

basking in the sunshine of a bygone afternoon

bringing sounds of yesterday into the city room

In the lazy watermeadow I lay me down

all around me golden sunflakes covering the ground

basking in the sunshine of a bygone afternoon

bringing sounds of yesterday into my city room.

Flowing in the path

as it leads toward the darkness in the north

weary stranger's faces show their sympathy

they've seen that home before

If you wanna stay for a little bit