Robert Wyatt - Masters of the Field paroles de (lyrics)

Up above, gathered on a field of clouds
Crowded a lot down in the lowlands
Waiting for their time waiting and calling
Calling out for rain to leave the skies
Down in the lowlands masters of the field

Wings wide set in
The teeth of the wind, the
Old beasts feathered
Wild beasts masters of the fields

Eagle dancers wings that shape the wind
Carving the clouds into spirit
Sufis of the air dervish dancers
Summoning the sun to tint the mist
Down in the lowlands masters of the field

Wings wide set in
The teeth of the wind, the
Old beasts feathered
Wild beasts masters of the fields
Masters of the fields masters of the fields