A PILLOW OF WINDS (Gilmour, Waters) © 1971 and 1986 Hampshire House Publishing Corp.
A cloud of eiderdown
Draws around me
Softening a 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 warm
Now wakes the owl
Now sleeps the swan
Behold a dream
The dream is gone
Green fields
A cold rain is falling
In a golden dawn
And deep beneath the ground
The early morning sounds
And I go down
Sleepy time, when 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 winds die
FEARLESS (Gilmour, Waters) © 1971 and 1983 Hampshire House Publishing Corp..
You say the hill’s too steep to climb, chiding
You say you’d like to see me try climbing
You pick the place and I’ll choose the time
And I’ll climb that hill in my own way
Just wait a while for the right day
And as I rise above the tree lines and the clouds
I look down, hearing the sound of the things you’ve said today
Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd, smiling
Merciless the magistrate turns ’round, frowning
And who’s the fool who wears the crown?
And go down in your own way
And every day is the right day
And as you rise above the fear-lines in his brow
You look down, hearing the sound of the faces in the crowd
« Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone
You'll never walk alone
Liverpool! Liverpool! »
SAN TROPEZ (Roger Waters)
As I reach for a peach
Slide a rind down behind
The sofa in San Tropez
Breakin’ a stick
With a brick on the sand
Ridin’ a wave
In the wake of an old sedan
Sleepin’ alone in the
Drone of the darkness
Scratched by the sand that
Fell from my love
Deep in my dreams and I
Still hear her callin’
If you’re alone
I’ll come home
Backward and homebound
The pigeon, the dove
Gone with the wind
And the rain, on an airplane
Owning a home
With no silver spoon
I’m drinking champagne
Like a good tycoon
Sooner than wait for
A break in the weather
I’ll gather my far-flung
Thoughts together
Speeding away On the wind to a new day
If you’re alone
I’ll come home
And I pause for a while
By a country style
And listen to the things they say
Diggin’ for gold
In a hole in my hand
Open a book
Take a look at the way things stand
And you’re leading me down
To the place by the sea
I hear your soft voice
Calling to me
Making a date for
Later by phone
If you’re alone
I’ll come home
SEAMUS (Waters, Wright, Mason, Gilmour)
Roger Waters: Bass guitar/David Gilmour: Lead vocals, Acoustic guitar, Harmonica/Richard Wright: Piano/Seamus: Barking
Well, I was in the kitchen
Seamus, that's the dog, was outside
Well, I was in the kitchen
Seamus, my old hound, was outside
Well, you know the sun was singing slowly
But my old hound dog sat right down and cried
Here is the actual dog.
ECHOES (Waters, Wright, Mason, Gilmour) © 1971 and 1976 Hampshire House Publishing Corp.
Roger Waters: Bass guitar, Tape effects/David Gilmour: Martin D-35 six-strings guitar, Twelve-string acoustic guitars, Fender Stringmaster twin neck pedal steel
tape effects, lead vocals, backing vocals, scat singing/Nick Mason: Drums, Tape effects/Richard Wright: Steinway piano, Minimoog
Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral caves
The echo of a distant time
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine
And no one showed us to the land
And no one knows the wheres or whys
But something stirs, and something tries
It starts to climb towards the light
Strangers passing in the street
By chance two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me
And do I take you by the hand
And lead you through the land
And help me understand the best I can
And no one calls us to move on
And no one forces down our eyes
No one speaks, and no one tries
No one flies around the sun
Cloudless every day you fall upon my waking eyes
Inviting and inciting me to rise
And through the window in the wall
Come streaming in on sunlight wings
A million bright ambassadors of morning
And no one sings me lullabies
And no one makes me close my eyes
So I throw the windows wide
And call to you across the sky