Lirieke: Pink Floyd. More. Cirrus Minor.

In a churchyard by a river
lazing in the haze of midday
laughing in the grasses and the graves

Yellow bird you are not lonely
in singing and in flying on
in laughing and in leaving

Willow weeping in the water
waving to the river-daughters
swaying in the ripples and the wreaths

On a trip to Cirrus Minor
saw a crater in the sun
A thousand miles of moonlight later