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.
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