East of the Sun
by Roy Harper
From the album: Flat Baroque and Berserk
Track 8 of 12 on Flat Baroque and Berserk (1970).
Duration: 3:04
Lyrics for East of the Sun
The bumble bees stumble The butterflies tumble The birds on the water-line stare The heavens have crowned her The star grass grows round her Her dreams fill the very still air Just east of the sun Where our loving was done I can still see her breasts on the edge of the morning I can still taste the salt in her hair