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
Be like the deathly silence that lay all around

Hear the knock and hearten
To the barking of the dog fox
Gone to ground
See the splashing of the kingfisher
Flashing through 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 watermeadow I lay me down
All around me golden sunflakes settle on the ground
Basking in the sunshine of a bygone afternoon