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.
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