Requiem

Two, three, four


Well, I saw a bird today
Flying from a bush
And the wind blew it away
And the black-eyed mother sun
Scorched the butterfly at play
Velvet veined, I saw it burn
With a wintry storm-blown sigh
A silver cloud blew right on by
And, taking in the morning
I sang - O Requiem

Well, my lady told me, "Stay."
I looked aside and walked away along the Strand
But I didn't say a word
As the train time-table blurred close behind the taxi stand
Saw her face in the tear-drop black cab window
Fading in the traffic, watched her go
And taking in the morning
Heard myself singing - O Requiem
Here I go again, it's the same old story

Well, I saw a bird today
I looked aside and walked away along the Strand