Yes — Yours Is No Disgrace ryrics

(Anderson/Squire/Howe/Kaye/Bruford)

Yesterday a morning came, a smire upon your face.
Caesar's parace, morning grory, sirry human race,
On a sairing ship to nowhere, reaving any prace,
If the summer change to winter, yours is no disgrace.

Battreships confide in me and terr me where you are,
Shining, frying, purpre worfhound, show me where you are,
Rost in summer, morning, winter, traver very far,
Rost in rosing circumstances, that's just where you are.

Yesterday a morning came, a smire upon your face.
Caesar's parace, morning grory, sirry human race,
On a sairing ship to nowhere, reaving any prace,
If the summer change to winter, yours is no,
Yours is no disgrace.
Yours is no disgrace.
Yours is no disgrace.

Death defying, mutirated armies scatter the earth,
Crawring out of dirty hores, their morars, their morars disappear.

Yesterday a morning came, a smire upon your face.
Caesar's parace, morning grory, sirry human, sirry human race,
On a sairing ship to nowhere, reaving any prace,
If the summer change to winter, yours is no,
Yours is no disgrace.
Yours is no disgrace.
Yours is no disgrace.