| Song | How the Hours... |
| Artist | Birch Book |
| Album | Birch Book |
| 作曲 : Beirth | |
| Staring out of the window | |
| How the clouds are moving slow | |
| Watching their broken fragments | |
| As the tea is on the stove | |
| Floor is scattered paper | |
| And the dishes all undone | |
| Before I get my life in line | |
| I'll write me one more song | |
| How the hours sing along | |
| Their solemn requiem | |
| Open sky before me | |
| Behold me now just as I am | |
| Listen here you old big world | |
| Beyond my own mind's door | |
| If you come a-knocking | |
| Mind you ain't no bore | |
| 'Cause if you's gonna clamor | |
| Awake my weary dream | |
| You ought at least to offer | |
| For my tea some cream | |
| How the hours sing aloud | |
| Their solemn requiem | |
| Open sky before me | |
| Behold me now just as I am | |
| I have some time for thinking | |
| When nothing else is mine | |
| When I got the world to please | |
| I cannot find the rhyme | |
| Yeah, when I lose my rhythm | |
| Where that I can float | |
| Seems without a river | |
| Ain't much use a boat | |
| How the hours sing along | |
| Their solemn requiem | |
| Open sky before me | |
| Behold me now just as I am | |
| The trees just keep on growing | |
| And the sky still making rain | |
| When I wake I know that | |
| For me it is the same | |
| Ask me why I'm living | |
| I'll say it always was | |
| Ask why the sun is giving | |
| And you see it don't need a cause | |
| How the hours sing along | |
| Their solemn requiem | |
| Open sky before me | |
| Behold me now just as I am |
| zuò qǔ : Beirth | |
| Staring out of the window | |
| How the clouds are moving slow | |
| Watching their broken fragments | |
| As the tea is on the stove | |
| Floor is scattered paper | |
| And the dishes all undone | |
| Before I get my life in line | |
| I' ll write me one more song | |
| How the hours sing along | |
| Their solemn requiem | |
| Open sky before me | |
| Behold me now just as I am | |
| Listen here you old big world | |
| Beyond my own mind' s door | |
| If you come aknocking | |
| Mind you ain' t no bore | |
| ' Cause if you' s gonna clamor | |
| Awake my weary dream | |
| You ought at least to offer | |
| For my tea some cream | |
| How the hours sing aloud | |
| Their solemn requiem | |
| Open sky before me | |
| Behold me now just as I am | |
| I have some time for thinking | |
| When nothing else is mine | |
| When I got the world to please | |
| I cannot find the rhyme | |
| Yeah, when I lose my rhythm | |
| Where that I can float | |
| Seems without a river | |
| Ain' t much use a boat | |
| How the hours sing along | |
| Their solemn requiem | |
| Open sky before me | |
| Behold me now just as I am | |
| The trees just keep on growing | |
| And the sky still making rain | |
| When I wake I know that | |
| For me it is the same | |
| Ask me why I' m living | |
| I' ll say it always was | |
| Ask why the sun is giving | |
| And you see it don' t need a cause | |
| How the hours sing along | |
| Their solemn requiem | |
| Open sky before me | |
| Behold me now just as I am |