'Grantchester Meadows' was Roger Waters' best song

Please discuss.

I blush, because I find that line so lame. I like the rest of the song, but that line I can't stand.

& this is no easy task he has some many great songs but his best imo

is Gunners Dream from the CD Final Cut

One of the best lyricists of all time bar none.

But I'm still sorting out which one it would be. :)

did he die?

Bad choice of words. "is"

I never really thought about what was Waters' best. I've been a serious Floyd fan for more than 25 years, and was lucky enough to see them live in 1977. I bought "Ummagumma" in 1976, at the tender age of 12, and it blew my tiny mind, big-time. And "Grantchester" was a major part of that, because it was so radically dissimilar to the rest of that double LP (remember vinyl?) About a year ago, I bought an excellent Floyd bootleg recorded at the Fillmore West in 1970, and the live version of "Grantchester" on it improves upon the original, in some ways.

Thanks for mentioning this great, great tune.

I put it on at least half the mixes I make for people, but few like it. Nice and relaxing...

but I kind of feel like that tune was about the last time Waters took me someplace, rather than lectured me. He lectured very, very well, and mad props for all those terrific songs, but this was a different paradigm from a different time.

Glad to see a few folks here remember that tune.

Icy wind of night, be gone
This is not your domain
In the sky a bird was heard to cry
Misty morning whisperings and gentle stirring sounds
Belied a deathly silence that lay all around
Hear the lark and harken
To the barking of the dog fox gone to ground
See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water
And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees
Laughing as it passes
Through the endless summer making for the sea
In the lazy water meadow
I lay me down
All around me
Golden sunflakes settle on the ground
Basking in the sunshine of a by gone afternoon
Bringing sounds of yesterday into this city room
Hear the lark and harken
To the barking of the dog fox gone to ground
See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water
And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees
Laughing as it passes
Through the endless summer making for the sea
In the lazy water meadow
I lay me down
All around me
Golden sunflakes covering the ground
Basking in the sunshine of a by gone afternoon
Bringing sounds of yesterday into my city room
Hear the lark and harken
To the barking of the dog fox gone to ground
See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water
And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees
Laughing as it passes
Through the endless summer making for the sea

Great stuff.

You think Roger studied his Wordsworth and Keats?