The clock passes the clock calls !

The clock passes the clock calls 

The past is buried the future calls 

Lilaces come in seven colors along 

the black eyed Susan, all mist has gone 

A throng of abeilles hung upon these 

How fairly they perform their duties

The clock passes the clock calls 

Glare spread into fields after squalls 

Bands of birds racing above rough winds 

Little filles begun to pulk red fresas

All chanting chorus of new age in their head dreses 

The clock passes the clock calls

No field is safer the crow calls 

to crow,

Walk carefully, throu hills and pains 

And call all when you find sweet cockies

And be aware of wood piagons sealing bush peas 

The clock passes the clock calls.

No one thanks to your gifts God of sparks

But a widow who counts 

in broken lamps.

The clock passes the clock calls....