I Only Tell of Sunny Hours

I only tell of sunny hours... But oh, what joy they bring As I sit within this stone built wall, Above, the church bell rings. Upon the hour it tolls away And tries to keep with mine Sometimes I think it gets it wrong It must be hard to chime My shadow after all is there All day upon my face He moves around so slowly While I watch the Human Race. I only tell of sunny hours... That's when good folk come out They work the fields in harmony The tall, the short, the stout. I tell them when it's time to come And when it's time to go. The bell it helps a little, But they like to look below.