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Robert Wyatt - Masters of the Field (Générique début) Lyrics



Robert Wyatt - Masters of the Field (Générique début) 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 wind set in the teeth of the wind
The old beasts feathered wild beasts
Masters of the field

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 on the lowlands
Masters of the field

Old beasts, feathered, wild beasts
Masters of the field
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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 wind set in the teeth of the wind
The old beasts feathered wild beasts
Masters of the field

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 on the lowlands
Masters of the field

Old beasts, feathered, wild beasts
Masters of the field
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Writer: Bruno Coulais
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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Robert Wyatt - Masters of the Field (Générique début) Video
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Performed By: Robert Wyatt
Language: English
Length: 3:23
Written by: Bruno Coulais
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