| Song | East of the Sun |
| Artist | Roy Harper |
| Album | Flat Baroque and Berserk |
| The bumble bees stumble | |
| The butterflies tumble | |
| The birds on the water-line stare | |
| The heavens have crowned her | |
| The star grass grows round her | |
| her dreams fill the very still air | |
| Just east of the sun | |
| where our loving was done | |
| I can still see her breasts on the edge of the morning | |
| I can still taste the salt in her hair |