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 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.