Pink Floyd - Country Song Lyrics
He made his way to the borderIn the shadow under the treesDown by a stream in a hollowTurn your head feel the breezeAnd the red Queen was waiting for the newsFor the white King to moveAnd the balance hung upon the head of one who triedTo stay within the shadowsAnd keep his undercover secret tightThey let him in by a backwayInto a chamber reserved for the QueenShe took the note that he gave herOpened it slowly and started to readRun to the treasury and bring me back some goldGive it to the pawn who came, she criedHe says the white King thinks the game of chess is wrongAnd all the courtiers crowded herand this is what she told the gathered roundGo to the store by the dungeonTake all the red paint take all the whiteMake up a newborn colourCover your neighbor we'll be all rightThere will be no game today, she cried across the boardEveryday will be a holidayAnd all the pieces cheered as tidings spread abroadAnd the Pink Queen satand smiled at the cat who smiled back
