Requiem
Ian Anderson
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
Di-di-di
Well, I saw a bird today
I looked aside and walked away
Along the strand