Pink Floyd Lyrics...

The Narrow Way Part I,II,III

Album: Ummagumma

   
   Following the path as it leads toward                                           
  The darkness in the north                                                       
  Weary stranger's faces show their sympathy                                      
  They've seen that hope before                                                   
  And if you want to stay for a little bit                                        
  Rest your aching limbs for a little bit                                         
  For you the night is beckoning                                                  
  And now you can't delay                                                         
  You hear the night birds calling you                                            
  But you can't catch the words they say                                          
  And you must you realize be on your way                                         
  Mystery swelling, creatures crawling                                            
  Hear the roar ger louder in your ears                                           
  You know the folly was your own                                                 
  But the force behind can't conquer all you fears                                
  And if you want to stay for a little bit                                        
  Rest your aching limbs for a little bit                                         
  For you the night is beckoning and you know                                     
  And now you can't delay                                                         
  You hear the night birds callling you                                           
  But you can't catch the words they say                                          
  And you must you realize be on your way                                         
  Throw your thoughts back many years                                             
  To the time when love was life with every morning                               
  Perhaps a day will come when the match for me the curlers past warning          
                                                (is closed that moring(?))
  And if you want to stay for a little bit                                        
  Rest your aching limbs for a little bit                                         
  For you the night is beckoning                                                  
  And now you can't delay                                                         
  You hear the night birds calling you                                            
  But you can't catch the words they say                                          
  And you must you realize be on your way                                         
 

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