A cloud of eider down
Draws around me softening the sound
Sleepy time when I lie
With my love by my side
And she’s breathing low
And the candle dies.
When night comes down
You lock the door
The book falls to the floor
As darkness falls
The waves roll by
The seasons change
The wind is wry
Now wakes the hour
Now sleeps the swan
Behold the dream
The dream is gone
Green fields are calling
It’s falling, in a golden door
And deep beneath the ground
The early morning sounds
And I go down
Sleepy time, and I lie
With my love by my side
And she’s breathing low
And I rise, like a bird
In the haze, when the first rays
Touch the sky
And the night wings die.
– Roger Waters, David Gilmour
Submitted by:
Ashwin, who likes this song by Floyd.Postscript:
A lullaby, with dark undercurrents.
We’ve run other lyrics by Pink Floyd on this site; Echoes and High Hopes.
You can read a bit about their singing-songwriting and their musical career here and here.
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