The Darkling Thrush

I stood alone on Big Ben's chime

When glasses rang and kisses flew wild

And swells of song tumbled over my soul

Draining away as lyrics failed wine-sodden minds

 

I raised my glass to phantoms of the past

Or yet to come if optimism stretched that far

And, bubbles sour upon my tongue

Drew the first drag of the year to hide my shame

 

And the Darkling Thrush wont sing for me

And Auld Lang Syne can never set me free

No blast-beruffled bird up in a tree

No blessed hope at all that I can see

 

Goodwill ran high in the room that night

Golden effervescence made everyone smile

It almost seemed that angels came

Hovered and watched the world reborn

 

But the Darkling Thrush wont sing for me

And Auld Lang Syne can never set me free

No blast-beruffled bird up in a tree

No blessed hope at all that I can see

No blessed hope at all that I can see