1971

"One of These Days" (Waters, Wright, Mason, Gilmour)

A cloud of eiderdown

Draws around me

Softening a sound.

Sleepy time, and 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 wry.

Now wakes the hour

Now sleeps the swan

Behold the dream

The dream is gone.

Green fields are calling

It's falling, in a golden door.

And deep beneath the ground,

The early morning sounds

And I go down.

Sleepy time, and 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.

You say the hill's too steep to climb

Climb it.

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

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.

And 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

With a hoe 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

And if you're alone

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, the sun sinks slowly

Overhead the albatross

Hangs motionless upon the air

And deep beneath the rolling waves

In labyrinths of coral caves

An echo of a distant time

Comes willowing across the sand

And everything is green and submarine.

And no one called us to the land

And no one knows the where's or why's.

Something stirs and something tries

Starts to climb toward 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 called us to the land

And no one crosses there alive.

No one speaks and no one tries

No one flies around the sun....

Almost everyday 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 lulabyes

And no one makes me close my eyes

So I throw the windows wide