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....