I can’t help to cower to the nightly clock
That chimes the hour
Because I have three!
And they become of me
Each squeaking their voice o’er the others
Each trying to vie above a hover
And I’m deciphering their cover
And their time keep but quite right
They have me at all times of life
Where I’d be, where I might
They hold me in their plight
Of who is me and shall exist
And the promises I made to this
And a pledge of a belonging
I am strong but they know me
As a girl who’s governed by thee
Who’d never asked above it
And lives by the ole tock and tic
Plainer and stand to with
A dominating hand width
On-point and been the power
The mighty Bens have the hours
(C)2020 OWM/Sperling Lieder, BMI
