Words & Music - Graham Nash



Six o' clock

In the morning, I feel pretty good

So I dropped into the luxury of the Lords

Fighting dragons and crossing swords

With the people against the hordes

Who came to conquer.



Seven o'clock

In the morning, here it comes

I taste the warning and I am so amazed

I'm here today, seeing things so clear this way

In the car and on my way

To Stonehenge.



I'm flying in Winchester cathedral

Sunlight pouring through the break of day.

Stumbled through the door and into the chamber;

There's a lady setting flowers on a table covered lace

And a cleaner in the distance finds a cobweb on a face

And a feeling deep inside of me tells me

This can't be the place



I'm flying in Winchester cathedral.

All religion has to have its day

Expressions on the face of the Saviour

Made me say

I can't stay.



Open up the gates of the church and let me out of here!

Too many people have lied in the name of Christ

For anyone to heed the call.

So many people have died in the name of Christ

That I can't believe it all.



And now I'm standing on the grave of a soldier that died in 1799

And the day he died it was a birthday

And I noticed it was mine.

And my head didn't know just who I was

And I went spinning back in time.

And I am high upon the altar

High upon the altar, high.



I'm flying in Winchester cathedral,

It's hard enough to drink the wine.

The air inside just hangs in delusion,

But given time,

I'll be fine.