Текст песни Pink Floyd - Country Song

He made his way to the border
 In the shadow under the trees
 Down by a stream in a hollow
 Turn your head feel the breeze

 And the red Queen 
                      GM7/
 was waiting for the news
 For the white King to move
 And the balance hung 
 upon the head of one who tried
 To stay within the shadows

 And keep his undercover 
 secret tight

 They let him in by a backway
 Into a chamber reserved for the Queen
 She took the note that he gave her
 Opened it slowly and started to read

 Run to the treasury 
                       GM7/
 and bring me back some gold
 Give it to the pawn who came 
 she cried
 He says the white King thinks 
 the game of chess is wrong
 And all the courtiers crowded her
 And this is what she told 
 the gathered round

 Go to the store by the dungeon
 Take all the red paint 
 take all the white
 Make up a newborn colour
 Cover your neighbor
 we'll be all right

 There will be no game today
                       GM7/
 she cried across the board
 Everyday will be a holiday
 And all the pieces cheered 
 as tidings spread abroad
 And the Pink Queen sat
 And smiled at the cat 
 who smiled back