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 to 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