Sorrow [Live at Knebworth 1990]

[02:42.60] The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land [02:47.83] Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky [02:53.17] A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers [02:57.96] But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking [03:03.86] [03:08.26] He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise [03:12.61] In his youth or a dream, he can't be precise [03:18.04] He's chained forever to a world that's departed [03:23.22] It's not enough, it's not enough [03:27.72] [03:51.27] His blood has frozen and curdled with fright [03:58.51] His knees have trembled and given way in the night [04:03.55] His hand has weakened at the moment of truth [04:08.48] His step has faltered [04:13.43] [04:18.93] One world, one soul [04:28.59] Time pass, the river roll [04:38.85] [05:39.15] And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication [05:44.76] And silent replies that swirl invitation [05:49.81] Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea [05:54.98] A grim intimation of what is to be [06:00.46] [06:04.37] There's an unceasing wind that blows through this night [06:09.99] And there's dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight [06:14.81] And silence that speaks so much louder than words [06:19.90] Of promises broken [06:21.96]