Requiem

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

Di-di-di

Well, I saw a bird today;
I looked aside and walked away
Along the strand