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.