Pink Floyd: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
Belie 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
Flashing to the water.
And the 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.

Hear the lark and harken
To the barking of the dog-fox
Gone to ground.
See the splashing of the kingfisher
Flashing to the water.
And the 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 covering the ground,
Basking in the sunshine of a bygone afternoon,
Bringing sounds of yesterday into my city room.

Hear the lark and harken
To the barking of the dog-fox
Gone to ground.
See the splashing of the kingfisher
Flashing through the water.
The river of green
Is sliding unseen beneath the trees.
Laughing as it passes
Through the endless summer
Making for the sea.