Should it be over before it's begun Drifting away in the warmth of the sun Turning away round the curve in the stream Then disappearing through tunnels of green
Swans on the canal Drifting along like a song Taking their time in the sun Swans on the canal Glide through reflections so still Slowly they pass by me
But should it be over before its begun Drifting away in the warmth of the sun Turning away round the curve of the stream Then disappearing through tunnels of green