Letra de Cymbaline (Live BBC Radio Session, 12 May 1969)
The path you tread is narrow And the drop is sheer and very high The ravens all are watching From a vantage point nearby Apprehension creeping Like a tube train up your spine Will the tightrope reach the end Will the final cuplet rhymeAnd it's high time Cymbaline It's high time Cymbaline Please wake meThe lines converging where you stand They must have moved the picture plain The leaves are heavy round your feet You hear the thunder of the train Suddenly it strikes you That they're moving into range And Doctor Strange is always changing sizeAnd it's high time Cymbaline It's high time Cymbaline Please wake me