74 Swans

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

Bookened 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

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 passing of the torch

You counted seventy-four swans, and now there's seventy-five