[Chorus] You counted 74 swans on the can*l You counted 74 swans on the can*l And you were glad it was an even number Everybody had another No-one was facing this cold alone They were gathered between bridges In the steely sunshine Bookend by ice on either side Here comes a pair on final approach Wings like great white bellows Gathering inward to land And it looks like grace [Chorus] I thought you were right there with me On my left side Too eager to get where I'm going I left you behind But you were on the last watch The pa**ing of the torch You counted 74 swans, now there's 75