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 not lone 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

The Nile song

I was standing by the Nile

When 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 islands in the sun

I will follow 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

Laughter echoes in your eyes

We climb and climb

Footfall softly in the pines

We cry and cry

Sadness passes in a while

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 every time

Green is the colour of her kind

Quickness of the eye deceives the mind

Envy is the bond between the hopefull and the damned

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 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 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

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

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 cardboard, cut-up man

So give me a time when the countries will lie on the story line if kind

Our 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 story line if kind

And if I live on the shelf like the rest

And if love bleeds like a sad song

Please pickup your camera and use me again

So give me a time when the countries will lie on the story line if kind

Yeah

More blues

(Instrumental)

Quicksilver

(Instrumental)

A spanish piece

Pass the tequila, Manuel

Leaf and cringle

Laugh at my lisp and kill you

I think

This Spanish music

It sets my soul on fire

Lovely señorita

Your eyes are like stars

Your teeth are like pearls

Your ruby lips señorita

Dramatic theme

(Instrumental)