BIDING MY TIME

Wasting my time, resting my mind

and I'll never pine for the sad days and the bad days

when we was working from nine to five

And if you don't mind

I'll spend my time here by the fireside

in the warm light of the love in her eyes

JULIA DREAM

Sunlight bright upon my pillow

lighter than an eiderdown

wishing that the weeping-willow

winds its branches round

Julia dream

dream that queen

queen of all my dreams

Every night I turn the light out

waiting for the velvet bride

will the scaly armadillo

find me where I'm hiding

Will the misty master break me

will the key unlock my mind

will the following footsteps catch me

am I really dying

Obscured by clouds ‘72

‘72

BURNING BRIDGES

Bridges burning gladly, melting with the shadow

flickering between the lines

stolen mormons floating softly on the air

gone on wings of fire and climbing higher

Ancient bulbs are breaking, leaving all and changing sides

dreaming of a new day, cast aside the other way

magic vision, staring, kindled by the burning flames

lies in her eyes

The door it stands a jar

it was, it once was high beyond the guilded cage

beyond the reach of time, the moment is at hand

she breaks the golden band

THE GOLD IT'S IN THE…

Come on my friend, let's make for the hills

they say there's gold and I'm looking for thrills

you can get your hands on whatever we find

'cause I've only come along for the ride

Well you go your way and I'll go mine

I don't care if we get there on time

everybody's searching for something, they say

I'll get my kicks on the way

Over the mountains, across the sea

who knows what may be waiting for me

I could sail forever to strange sounding names

faces of people and places don't change

All I have to do is just close my eyes

to see the seagulls wheeling in the far distant skies

all I wanna tell you, all I wanna say

is count me in on the journey, don't expect me to stay

WOT'S… UH THE DEAL

Heaven sent the promised land

looks alright from where I stand

'cause I'm the man on the outside looking in

waiting on the first step

show me where the key is kept

point me down the right line 'cause it's time

To let me in from the cold, turn my lead into gold

'cause there's a chill wind blowing in my soul

and I think I'm growing old

Flash… the red is… wot's… uh deal

got to make it to the next meal

try to keep up with the turning of the wheel

mile after mile, stone after stone

you turn to speak but you're alone

million miles from home you're on your own

Fly kite by candle light

with her by my side

wish she prefers we never stir again

someone sent the promised land

well I grabbed it with both hands

now I'm the man on the inside looking out

Hear me shout, come on in

what's the news, where you've been

'cause there's no wind left in my soul and I've grown old

CHILDHOOD'S END

You shout in your sleep

that's the price, it's just too steep

is your conscience at rest

it was put to the test

you awake with a start

just the beating of your heart

just one man beneath the sky

just two ears, just two eyes

You said, sail across the sea

long past thoughts and memories

childhood's end: your fantasies

merging harsh realities

and then as the sail is hoist

you'll find your eyes are growing moist

and all the fears never voiced

say you have to make the final choice

Who are you and who am I

to say we know the reason why

some are born, some men die

beneath one infinite sky

there'll be war and there'll be peace

but anything one day will cease

all the iron turn to rust

all the proud men turn to dust

so all things time will mend

so this song will end

FREE FOUR

One two three four

The memories of a man in his old age

are the deeds of a man in his prime

you shuffle in the gloom of the sick room

and talk to yourself as you die

Life is a short warm moment

and death is a long cold rest

you get your chance to try the twinkling of an eye

eighty years with luck or even less

So all aboard for the American tour

and maybe you'll make it to the top

but mind how you go, and I can tell you 'cause I know

you may find it hard to get off

But you are the angel of death

and I am the dead man's son

he was buried like a mole in a fox-hole

and everyone's still on the run

And who is the master of foxhounds

and who says the hunt is begun

and who calls the tune in the court-room

and who beats the funeral drum

STAY

Stay and help me to end the day

and if you don't mind, we'll break a bottle of wine

stick around and maybe we'll get one down

'cause I want to find what lies behind those eyes

Midnight blue, burning gold

a yellow moon is growing cold

I rise, looking through my morning eyes

surpised to find you by my side

light my brain, don't try to remember your name

to find the words to tell you goodbye

Morning dews, newborn day

midnight blue turned to grey

midnight blue, burning gold

a yellow moon is growing cold.

The dark side of the moon ‘73