Behind the door that has no lock,
He puts the kettle on the hob
And tells of his love for a grand old clock.
TICK TOCK THE PENDULUM CLOCK
THE BEATING OF YOUR HEART AND MINE,
TICK,TOCK THE OLD MANS CLOCK
BEATS OUT THE YEARS IN PATIENT TIME.
Poke the embers, make the tea,
That's how you spend each lonely day;
Open the glass and turn the key,
Remember the hours wound away...
Remember the shawl your mother made,
To wrap a baby newly born,
Remember your father, who wound the clock
Before he went to the mine at dawn.
Remember the band on the village green,
Remember the dance in the village hall,
Remember the girl with the shining eyes,
Remember a young man straight and tall...
Remember when you hugged her tight,
Beneath the shelf where the pendulum swung,
Remember a kiss in the firelight
Remember the day the churchbells rung!
Remember the day the clock ran down
Remember the day your father died,
Remember the men from the dusty mine,
Remember how your mother cried...
When the moss grows green on a lonely grave,
When the rooks fly high in the old churchyard,
Who will wind the old mans clock
When the cottage door is locked and barred??
TICK TOCK THE PENDULUM CLOCK
THE BEATING OF YOUR HEART AND MINE,
TICK,TOCK THE OLD MANS CLOCK
BEATS OUT THE YEARS IN PATIENT TIME.....
