The Darkling Thrush

I stood alone on Big Ben's chime
When glasses rang and kisses flew wild
And swells of song tumbled over my soul
Draining away as lyrics failed wine-sodden minds

I raised my glass to phantoms of the past
Or yet to come if optimism stretched that far
And, bubbles sour upon my tongue
Drew the first drag of the year to hide my shame

And the Darkling Thrush wont sing for me
And Auld Lang Syne can never set me free
No blast-beruffled bird up in a tree
No blessed hope at all that I can see

Goodwill ran high in the room that night
Golden effervescence made everyone smile
It almost seemed that angels came
Hovered and watched the world reborn

But the Darkling Thrush wont sing for me
And Auld Lang Syne can never set me free
No blast-beruffled bird up in a tree
No blessed hope at all that I can see
No blessed hope at all that I can see

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