grief came riding
On the wind
Up the [SOLEMN] river Thames
I was sittin' on the bank with my mouth open
When I felt it entering

I began thinkin' about our wedding day
And how love was a vow
I was thinkin' about the chamber door
Only we can enter now

I began thinkin' about our ancient friends
And of kissin’ them goodbye
And then the wind blew under Battersea bridge
And a tear broke from my eye

I started thinkin' about London
[HOW] nothing good ever came from this town
and if the Thames weren’t so filthy
I would jump in the river and drown

Don't be [bad word] on down
I'm just sittin' here
Thinking loud

[grief came riding on the wind
up the river where the bridges crouch
blowin' people back and forth
from the marital bed to the psychiatric couch]

Blowin' people far apart
Blowin' others so they collide
Blowin’ some poor [bad word] right out of the water
blowin’ another one over the side

Hear the ancient iron bridge
And listen to it groan
with the weight of a thousand people
Leavin' or returning home

To their failures
To their bordoms
To their husbands
And their [wives]
who are carving them up for dinner
before they even arrive

Don't be [bad word] on down
I'm just sittin' here
[Thinking loud]

NOW look there just [BELOW] the water
See the saviour of the human race,
[with] the fishes and the frogs,
Has found his final resting place

Don't be [bad word] on down
I'm just sittin' here
[Thinking loud]