As the clock rings it's thirteenth hour
Clear bubbling streams turn black and sour
And always do the noble have a clear bright sight
Through a rather pitch black night.
Listen closely boys and girls
And listen hard to your surrounding world.
Pay no heed for what's easy to hear
Instead listen to whispers that flit past the ear,
See why, ultimately when you listen dear
There is only truth to hear
And the world is quiet here.
What's glamorous isn't what's right
As wrong as a crow that flies – it flies at night.
And oh the bells ring and show fire in their ways
Look down and meet an unblinking gaze.
Oh envy the blind, they have nothing ado
When all this nothing means so much to you.