You counted 74 swans on the can*l
You counted 74 swans on the can*l
And you were glad it was an
Even number
Everybody had another
No-one was facing this 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
You counted 74 swans on the can*l
You counted 74 swans on the can*l
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,
On my left side
Too eager to get where I'm going,
I left you behind
But you were on the last watch,
The pa**ing of the torch