Sun you rose up early this morning

Rose so much higher than you usually do

I just stared out my window, looking at you

Spring was here again

And there was nothing I could do

A bird on a feather flew

The world belonged to itself again

It was the happiest feeling I’d known for days

To know that when we are gone the world belongs to itself again

Have you ever been in an empty room? It’s very still

I could not say that of the real world

The lions took back Trafalgar Square

And dolphins leapt free of the Thames just outside the Tate

The tigers of America all played on the planes

The alligators of New York

All crawled out of the drains

Only the pigeons complained

About the lack of canapés

It was the happiest feeling I’d known for days

To know that when we are gone the world belongs to itself again

Have you ever been in an empty room? It’s very still

I could not say that of the real world