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 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.
