Minstrel In The Gallery album
Well, I saw a bird today flying from a bush and the wind blew it away.
And the blackeyed mother sun scorched the butterfly
at play velvet veined.
I saw it burn.
With a wintry stormblown 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 timetable blurred
close behind the taxi stand.
Saw her face in the teardrop black cab window.
Fading in the traffic; watched her go.
And taking in the morning, heard myself singing
Oh 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.