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Echoes - Meddle 1971

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 lullabyes 
And no one makes me close my eyes 
So I throw the windows wide 
And call to you across the sky

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