Grantchester Meadows

I've always loved this song, but last week, there was a Pink Floyd non-stop show on the tv where they showed different music videos of all time. They also showed a music video of "Grantchester Meadows", and a version of the song I've never heard before! Or not exactly a 'new version' but the way David Gilmour sings the song, is just breathtaking! I've never before listen this much to this song. I found a new love for it. I absolutely love when that happens!

"Ummagumma" the cover

This song is to be found on the wonderful album "Ummagumma" and it's on the studio cd. It is written entirely by Roger Waters and is seen as a highlight of the studio side of the album. Waters is in this song trying to show the beauty spot south of Cambridge and a meditation on summer and the immensity of nature. The song contains sounds effects like the twittering of a skylark, the honk and splash of a swan landing on the River Cam. Tommy Vance wrote in his book 'Pink Floyd, on record.. etc': "The final sequence with the bumblebee being swatted with a newspaper in full stereo by Roger became a great favourite among stoned listeners everywhere". funny!
Nick Mason is actually not a part of this song. It's one of very few songs without drums.

I will put out the music video that made me love this song all over again and in a new way! Enjoy, and have a wonderful evening ya'll!

"Icy wind of night be gone this is not your domain"
In the sky a bird was heard to cry.
Misty morning whisperings and gentle stirring sounds
Belied the deathly silence that lay all around.

Hear the lark and harken to the barking of the dog fox
Gone to ground.
See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water.
And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees
Laughing as it passes through the endless summer
Making for the sea.

In the lazy water meadow I lay me down.
All around me golden sun flakes settle on the ground.
Basking in the sunshine of a bygone afternoon
Bringing sounds of yesterday into this city room.

Hear the lark harken to the barking of the dark fox
Gone to ground.
See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water.
And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees.

In the lazy water meadow I lay me down.
All around me golden sun flakes covering the ground.
Basking in the sunshine of a bygone afternoon
Bringing sounds of yesterday into this city room.

Hear the lark harken to the barking of the dark fox
Gone to ground.
See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water.
And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees,
Laughing as it passes through the endless summer making for the sea.