Tytuł: Requiem

• Wykonawca: Jethro Tull
• Wyświetleń: 274

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.