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
				

I was standing by the Nile
When I saw the lady smile
I would take her for a while
For a while

Like tears that 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 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
				

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
				

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Heavy hung a 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 a wave
Hazy were the visions overplayed
Sunlight on her eyes but moonshine
Made her blind every time

Green is the colour of her kind
Quickness of the eye
Deceives the mind
Envy is the bond between
The hopeful and the damned 
				

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
				

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I'm so afraid
Of mistakes that I've made
Shaking every time that I awake
I feel like a cardboard cut-out man
So build me a time
When the characters rhyme
And the story line is kind

I've aged and aged
Since the first page
I've lived every line that you wrote
Take me down take me down
From the shelf above your head
And build me a time
When the characters rhyme
And the story line is kind

And if I live where I'm left
On the shelf like the rest
And the epilogue reads like a sad song
Please pick up your camera
And use me again
And build me a time
When the characters rhyme
And the story line is kind
				

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