Yes – Siberian Khatru Lyrics

Yes · Close to the Edge

Rock

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 (Outboard, 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?
Ad 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 (Outboard, river)
Hold out the morning that comes into view (Bluetail, tailfly)
River running right over the-

Outboard, river
Bluetail, tailfly
Luther, in time

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 their 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

Comments (3)

Anonymous 2010-09-03 18:50:00

If anybody can figure this one out, you're a better man than I....I mean, c'mon, Jon, Steve! WTH!! At least "Roundabout" made SOME sense.
Rebecca Rickey 2018-06-09 16:00:00

I woke up with this song in my head, I havent heard it in years. I looked up the lyrics, not sure what they mean... but I am a Christian. I think it's about religious change and Martin Luther and change today?
HeymrPaul 2018-10-11 15:24:00

First of all, a great song from an inspired album. Yes is one of the best Rock bands of the 70s, 80s and 90s. Consider that for a moment. Now I see people grasping at the meaning (as if these song writers had some insights you and I don't). Ok, put the bong down and think about this for a minute at least. Where does the premise come from? What convinced you (if ever) that lyrics need to make sense? I think it's hard enough to come up with words that rhyme, now we require the artist to encode a message as well. I have a simpler theory. They were wasted and inspired and the words that came out were whatever flowed and sounded right. It's creativity unleashed and without the bounds the rational mind wants to impose on said mind. Folks, if the lyrics don't make sense, they don't make sense. It's as simple as that.