Swan Song

Those evenings spent on the inlet bay When seven swans would sail my way I'd walk on the deck with bags of bread They seemed to know they would be fed From the other side of the inlet they'd come And they'd devour every last crumb So beautiful and graceful too And I had such a perfect view I called them the girls and they knew me I often wondered how they could see So far across that watery space It's almost like they knew my face I'd call to them across the way And they would listen to what I'd say Come drifting over to my back door Like they had many times before I'd tell them all my troubles and then They'd eat and sail away again I do miss seeing those gorgeous creatures With ivory feathers and lovely features It was so peaceful there on the bay When the beautiful swans would swim my way