More (Soundtrack for the film) 1969

Cymbaline

The path you tread is narrow 
And the trumpets sheer and very high 
The ravens all are watching 
From a vantage point near by 
Apprehension creeping like a tube 
Train up your spine 
Will the tight rope reach the end, 
Will the final couplet rhyme 
And it's high time, Cymbaline 
Please wake me

A butterfly with broken wings 
Is falling by your side 
The ravens all are closing in, 
There's nowhere you can hide 
Your manager and agent 
Are both busy on the phone 
Selling coloured photographs 
To magazines back home 
And it's high time, Cymbaline 
Please wake me

The lions 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 size 
And it's high time, Cymbaline 
Please wake me