House Of Clocks Lyrics
| Song | House Of Clocks |
| Artist | Al Stewart |
| Album | A Piece of Yesterday - The Anthology |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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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