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