Testo House Of Clocks

I once had a gilded clock Constructed in a 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 sang 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 East wind blows the sun away I lost her on St. Swithin's day Oh why? Not a word could make her stay The wine is spilt and flows away I lost her on St. Swithin's day Oh why? Oh why?