A Quarter To Six

I listen to the sound of the clock on the wall tic tock, tic tock and my spirit began to grow tall the winding road that connects the village to the sea Is calling me to keep its company, the trees are standing in line and and destiny is running all over the vine the river will crest soon and the multitude will gather at noon and the skies will turn blue come and walk with me under the old oak tree and gather the wall nuts form the ground and give to the people in the town and crack the shell Meet me at a quarter to six by the old oak tree I have an important message to tell thee The cook and the book is in the Pentateuch And memory of the offering is in Jonn Baptist platter and the golden trimming is next to the silver lining and there you will find the reserve rhythm to catapult you to the top and the exodus will move with you so that your dreams can come true I can hear the music floating in the air and the day of reckoning is finally here reality is chiming in and I have composed a brand-new hymn The lyrics are new, and the content will tell you what to do Everything around is cold and dim, so I closed my eyes and start to sing, the sound in the clock get louder ticktock tic tock and the message is clear for you to meet me there; meet me at a quarter to six under the old oak tree and set my spirit.