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