Listen the clock from the tower, it strikes at the sun,
driving in of the hour, the day has began,
far from the shadows of night, gladly of serving the
light,
of the stream, the from so bright.
Listen the clock from the tower, it strikes quarter to
nine,
due of some flowers like glittering diamonds to shine,
warms of a heavens were grey, no one remembers today,
bycicles formed of yesterdays tears ride away.
Listen the clock from the tower, it strikes twelve let it
seen,
and at the top of the mountain there is high noon,
let’s stay there for a while, giving each other a smile,
time of life will undown, like a morning i’ll spy.
Lala, lala,
lala, lala,
lala, lala,
hahm, hahm.