House of Clocks Lyrics

	作词 : Stewart
	I once had a qilded clock
	Constructed in la Belle Epoque
	The hour hand broke, now it won't turn back
	So long, so long, so long
	I once had a sundial too
	But green and wild my garden grew
	The undergrowth obscured the view
	So long, so long, so long
	Not a word could make her stay
	The East wind blows the sun away
	Oh I lost her on St. Swithin's day
	Oh why?
	I grew up in a house of clocks
	And late at night I'd sometimes walk
	Listening to their rhythmic talk
	So long, so long, so long
	Clocks that sand in ringing chimes
	To take the measure of the times
	Clocks that spoke in wordless rhymes,
	So long, so long , so long
	Not a word could make her stay
	The wine is spilt and flows away
	I lost her on St. Swithin's day
	Oh why?

	zuo ci : Stewart
	I once had a qilded clock
	Constructed in la Belle Epoque
	The hour hand broke, now it won' t turn back
	So long, so long, so long
	I once had a sundial too
	But green and wild my garden grew
	The undergrowth obscured the view
	So long, so long, so long
	Not a word could make her stay
	The East wind blows the sun away
	Oh I lost her on St. Swithin' s day
	Oh why?
	I grew up in a house of clocks
	And late at night I' d sometimes walk
	Listening to their rhythmic talk
	So long, so long, so long
	Clocks that sand in ringing chimes
	To take the measure of the times
	Clocks that spoke in wordless rhymes,
	So long, so long , so long
	Not a word could make her stay
	The wine is spilt and flows away
	I lost her on St. Swithin' s day
	Oh why?

	zuò cí : Stewart
	I once had a qilded clock
	Constructed in la Belle Epoque
	The hour hand broke, now it won' t turn back
	So long, so long, so long
	I once had a sundial too
	But green and wild my garden grew
	The undergrowth obscured the view
	So long, so long, so long
	Not a word could make her stay
	The East wind blows the sun away
	Oh I lost her on St. Swithin' s day
	Oh why?
	I grew up in a house of clocks
	And late at night I' d sometimes walk
	Listening to their rhythmic talk
	So long, so long, so long
	Clocks that sand in ringing chimes
	To take the measure of the times
	Clocks that spoke in wordless rhymes,
	So long, so long , so long
	Not a word could make her stay
	The wine is spilt and flows away
	I lost her on St. Swithin' s day
	Oh why?

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