Well, I saw a bird today --- flying from a bush and the wind blew it away And the black-eyed mother sun scorched the bu*terfly 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