Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
David Gilmour
Guitar
Romany Gilmour
Background Vocals
Steve DiStanilao
Drums
Guy Pratt
Bass Guitar
Richard Wright
Keyboards
Rob Gentry
Synthesizer
Adam Betts
Percussion
Kirsty Mangan
Violin
Matthew Ward
Violin
Eloisa-Fleur Thom
Violin
Ellie Consta
Violin
Magnus Johnston
Violin
Ciaran McCabe
Violin
Tom Pigott-Smith
Violin
Emma Fry
Violin
Daniel Oates
Violin
Olivia Holland
Violin
Victoria Lyon
Violin
Stephanie Benedetti
Violin
WILLIAM HILLMAN
Violin
Jo Archard
Violin
Emma Parker
Violin
Michael Jones
Violin
Emma Owens
Viola
Nick Barr
Viola
Amy May
Viola
Joe Itchinose
Viola
Jenny Ames
Viola
Talia Senior-Brown
Viola
Rachael Lander
Cello
Rhian Porter
Cello
Richard Phillips
Cello
Sérgio Serra
Cello
Andy Marshall
Double Bass
Laurence Ungless
Double Bass
Nichol Thomson
Trombone
Trevor Mires
Trombone
Ruth O'Reilly
French Horn
Lindsay Kempsey
French Horn
Kate Huggett
Soprano
Rose Stachniewska
Soprano
Ailsa Campbell
Soprano
Sam Cobb
Soprano
Margaret Lingas
Soprano
Josephine Stephenson
Soprano
Melanie Pappenheim
Alto
Laurel Neighbour
Alto
Rose Martin
Alto
Ruth Kiang
Alto
Gabriella Liandu
Alto
Sophie Overin
Alto
Kieran Brunt
Tenor
David Ridley
Tenor
Daniel Marles
Tenor
Ed Woodhouse
Tenor
Neil Porter-Thaw
Chorus Director
Kit Attwater
Choir
Isabel Holland
Choir
Elizabeth Raynes
Choir
Kirsty Wright
Choir
Alastair Wright
Choir
Freddie Wright
Choir
Olivia Williams
Choir
Ivana Peat
Choir
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Gilmour
Composer
Polly Samson
Lyrics
Will Gardner
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Gilmour
Producer
Charlie Andrew
Producer
Matt Glasbey
Mixing Engineer
Damon Iddins
Engineer
Lyrics
In the light before the dawn
Shadows snake in my peripheral
Mesmerise me, bring it on
Heart beats with fear here in the theatre of my soul
You see, I hope it will go on and on
And when the curtain call is done
Morning always comes
It was a fine time to be born
De-mob happy street and free milk for us all
It was the right place to be sure
Those dreaming spires and, yeah, oh so pastoral
But let’s hope it’s not just luck and strange
A one-off peaceful golden age
That’s a dark thought inthe dark
Seek what you won’t find, that is a wasted life
Or so the Ancients dropped by to tell me
They drank me dry but my oh my so far…
Quite the time to be a boy
Six-string masters of an expanding universe
It was a high time to be sure
Soaring and free from the bounds of the Earth
But let’s hope it’s not just luck and strange
A one-off peaceful golden age
That’s a dark thought in the dark
Time for this mortal man to love the child that holds my hand
And the woman who smiles when I embrace her
These eyes stay dry but my oh my guitar…
Written by: David Gilmour, Polly Samson