A grief came riding on the wind   Up the southern river Thames   I was sitting on the bank with my mouth open   And I felt it entering      I began thinking about our wedding day   And how love was a vow   And I was thinking about the chamber door   Only we can enter now      I began thinking about our ancient friends   And of kissing them goodbye   And then the wind blew under Battersea Bridge   And a tear broke from my eye      I started thinking about London   And nothing good ever came from this town   And if the Thames weren’t so filthy   I would jump into the river and drown      Don’t be afraid   Come on down   I’m just sitting here thinking loud      A grief came riding on the wind   Up the river where the bridges crouch   Blowing people back and forth   From the marital bed to the psychiatric couch      Blowing people far apart   Blowing others so they collide   Blowing some poor bastard right out of the water   Blowing another one over the side      Hear the ancient iron-bridge   And listen to it groan   With the weight of a thousand people   Leaving or returning home      To their failures   To their boredoms   To their husbands and their wives   Who are carving them up for dinner   Before they even arrive      Don’t be afraid   Come on down   I’m just sitting here thinking loud      Now look there just below the water   See the savior of the human race   With the fishes and the frogs   Has found his final resting place      Don’t be afraid   Come on down   I’m just sitting here thinking loud