Well, I saw a bird today --- flying from a bush and the wind blew it away
And the black-eyed mother sun scorched the bu*terfly 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