Al Stewart - House Of Clocks

Al Stewart - House of Clocks



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?