Saturday, May 12, 2007

Grantchester Meadows
'Icy wind of night be gone, this is not your domain'
In the sky a bird was heard to cry
Misty morning whisperings and gentle stirring sounds
Belied the deathly silence that lay all around.

Hear the lark and harken to the barking of the dog fox gone to ground
See the splashing of the kingfisher flash into the water
And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees
Laughing as it passes through the endless summer making for the sea.

In the lazy water meadow I lay me down
All around me golden sun flakes settle on the ground
Basking in the sunshine of a bygone afternoon
Bringing sounds of yesterday into this city room.

Pink Floyd, from Ummagumma