74 Swans

74 Swans - Bell X1

You counted seventy four swans on the canal

You counted seventy four swans on the canal

You were glad it was an

Even number

Everybody had another

No one was facing this cold alone

This cold alone

Cold alone

Cold alone

They were gathered between bridges

In the steely sunshine

Bookend by ice on either side

Here comes a pair on final approach

Wings like great white bellows

Gathering inward to land

And it looks like grace

Looks like grace

Looks like grace

You counted seventy four swans on the canal

You counted seventy four swans on the canal

And you were glad it was an even

Number

Everybody had another

No one was facing this cold alone

I thought you were right

There with me

My left side

Too eager to get where I'm going

I left you behind

But you were on the last watch

The passing

Of the torch

You counted seventy four swans that seventy five