Listen to Siberian Khatru by Yes

Siberian Khatru

Yes

Rock

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yes
Yes
Performer
Jon Anderson
Jon Anderson
Lead Vocals
Rick Wakeman
Rick Wakeman
Keyboards
Steve Howe
Steve Howe
Electric Guitar
Chris Squire
Chris Squire
Bass Guitar
Bill Bruford
Bill Bruford
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jon Anderson
Jon Anderson
Songwriter
Rick Wakeman
Rick Wakeman
Composer
Steve Howe
Steve Howe
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jon Anderson
Jon Anderson
Producer
Rick Wakeman
Rick Wakeman
Producer
Steve Howe
Steve Howe
Producer
Chris Squire
Chris Squire
Producer
Bill Bruford
Bill Bruford
Producer
Eddie Offord
Eddie Offord
Producer

Lyrics

Sing, bird of prey; Beauty begins at the foot of you. Do you believe the manner? Gold stainless nail, Torn through the distance of man As they regard the summit. Even Siberia goes through the motions. Hold out and hold up; Hold down the window. Outbound, river, Hold out the morning that comes into view. Bluetail, tailfly. River running right on over my head. How does she sing? Who holds the ring? And ring and you will find me coming. Cold reigning king, Hold all the secrets from you As they produce the movement. Even Siberia goes through the motions. Hold out and hold up; Hold down the window. Outbound, river, Hold out the morning that comes into view. Bluetail, tailfly. River running right over the outboard, river, Bluetail, tailfly, Luther, in time. Dood'ndoodit, dah, d't-d't-dah. Hold down the window; Hold out the morning that comes into view. Warm side, the tower; Green leaves reveal the heart spoken Khatru. Gold stainless nail, Torn through the distance of man as they regard the summit. Cold reigning king, Shelter the women that sing As they produce the movement. River running right on over, Then over my head. Outboard, river. Bluetail, tailfly, Luther, in time, Suntower, asking, Cover, lover, June cast, moon fast, As one changes, Heart gold, leaver, Soul mark, mover, Christian, changer, Called out, saviour, Moon gate, climber, Turn round, glider.
Writer(s): Steve James Howe, Jon Anderson, Rick Wakeman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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