Текст песни Cirrus Minor

In a churchyard by a river Lazing in the haze of midday Laughing in the grasses and the graze 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 reeds On a trip to Cirrus Minor, saw a crater in the sun A thousand miles of moonlight later