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.



[Instrumental]



Well, I saw a bird today - I looked aside and walked away along the Strand