Interpret:

Jethro Tull

Album:

Minstrel In The Gallery

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.