Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves
The echo of a distant tide
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine
And no-one showed us to the land
And no-one knows the where's or why's
But something stirs and something tries
And starts to climb towards the light
Echoes
Pink Floyd
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