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 into 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