You counted seventy-four swans on the canal You counted seventy-four swans on the canal You were glad it was an even number Everybody had another
No one was facing this cold alone This cold alone Cold alone Cold alone
They were gathered between bridges in the steely sunshine Bookened 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 Looks like grace, looks like grace
You counted seventy-four swans on the canal You counted seventy-four swans on the canal You were glad it was an even number Everybody had another No one was facing this cold alone
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 seventy-four swans, and now there's seventy-five
