In a churchyard by a river
Lazing in the haze of midday
Laughing in the grasses
And the graves.
Yellow bird you are not long
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 reeds.
On a trip to cirrus minor
Saw a crater in the Sun
A thousand miles of moonlight later.
We smile and smile
We smile and smile
Laughter echoes in your eyes.
We climb and climb
We climb and climb
Foot falls softly in the pines.
We cry and cry
We cry and cry
Sadness passes in a while.
We roll and roll
We roll and roll
Help me roll away the stone.
The path you tread is narrow
And the drop is 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 tightrope reach the end
Will the final couplet rhyme.
And it's high time
Cymbaline
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
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 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
It's high time Cymbaline
Please wake me.
And it's high time Cymbaline
It's high time Cymbaline
Please wake me.
Path you tread is narrow
The drop is sheer and very high
The ravens all are watching
From a vantage point nearby
Apprehension creeping
Like a tube train up your spine
Standing by with a brick in his hand
He's waiting for tonight.
And it's high time Cymbaline
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
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 round your feet
You feel the thunder of the train
And suddenly it strikes you
That they're moving into range
And 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
Pass the tequila Manuel
Listen gringo
Laugh at my lisp and I kill you
I think!
Ahh this Spanish music
It sets my soul on fire
Lovely senorita
Your eyes are like stars
Your teeth are like pearls
Your ruby lips senorita.
But I can hear the sound of seabirds in my ear
And I can see you smile.
Surf comes rushing up the beach
Now will it reach the castle wall and will it fall
Catfish dappled silver flashing
Dogfish puffing bubbles in my deep.
Surf is high an' the sea is awash
An' a haze of candy floss, glitter and beads
Rock that we sat on and watched in the sun
That was hot to the touch
And the sea was an emerald green.
But I can hear the sound of seabirds in my ear
And I can see you smile.
But I can hear the sound of seabirds in my ear
And I can see you smile.
But I can hear the sound of seabirds in my ear
And I can see you smile.
But I can hear the sound of seabirds in my ear
And I can see you smile
But I can hear the sound of seabirds in my ear
And I can see you smile.
But I can hear the sound of seabirds in my ear
And I can see you smile.
