you counted 74 swans on the canal you counted 74 swans on the canal 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 i thought you were right there with me on my left side too eager to get where im going i left you behind but you were on the last watch the passing of the torch you counted 74 swans now theres 75