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.