Telstar (Re-Recorded) - The Tornados

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 I’m going

I left you behind

But you were on the last watch

The passing of the torch

You counted 74 swans, now there’s 75