The Worm - Procol Harum

(fisher / reid) We'll hoist a hand, becalmed upon a troubled sea 'make haste to your funeral, ' cries the valkyrie We'll hoist a hand or drown amidst this storm

(fisher /reid) I sat me down to write a simple story Which maybe in the end became a song In trying to find the words which might begin it I found these were th

I will meet you on the other side of the moon The doctors say that they must operate soon But there's no knowing what they'll find when they open up the wound I