I sit high on the bridge of stone
A copper bird who stands alone
The canal water turns to lead
While winter fog wraps round my head
Spin me fast in the freezing gale
Across the water and the sail
I watch the city drift in white
A copper eye in the dead of night
The heavy barges slowly glide
With salted fish and peat inside
The cobblestones are slick and cold
A story that the wind has told
Spin me fast in the freezing gale
Across the water and the sail
I watch the city drift in white
A copper eye in the dead of night
Old sailors trade their silver coin
Where the narrow alleyways join
They lean on rails and puff their smoke
While the frozen river pipes broke
Spin me fast in the freezing gale
Across the water and the sail
I watch the city drift in white
A copper eye in the dead of night
The iron bells begin to chime
Counting out the winter time
I point the way to the north shore
Until the summer opens the door
Spin me fast in the freezing gale
Across the water and the sail
I watch the city drift in white
A copper eye in the dead of night
Round and round in the winter gray
Watching the city float away.
