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Cirrus Minor

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

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

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

(Instrumental)

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 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 (?marian)

Cymbaline

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

(Instrumental)

Main Theme

(Instrumental)

Ibiza Bar

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

(Instrumental)

Quicksilver

(Waters-Pipe)

(Instrumental)

A Spanish Piece

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

(Instrumental)

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