The Watchmaker's Rhyme

Hear the midnight ring loud echoes on the walls,
Two hundred years have been and still those seconds fall,
Good deeds and noble skills repair the true design.

Maker's rhyme, running through time,
Maker's rhyme, running through time,
Maker's rhyme, running through the hands of time.

He wound up every face, precision was his pride,
One love he would embrace but fear was locked inside,
The hours crawl away, the tools of minutes wind.

Maker's rhyme, running through time,
Maker's rhyme, running through time,
Maker's rhyme, running through the hands of time.

A spring was in her stride she never missed a beat,
All order in those eyes such sure steady feet,
A thousand clocks to fix, the one that fell behind.

Maker's rhyme, running through time,
Maker's rhyme, running through time,
Maker's rhyme, running through the hands of time.

When he stopped to hold her hand, in seconds it was clear,
That a wild and worthy man, had loved her all these years,
Those clicks of ticking wheels, the cogs of beaten pride.

Oh maker's rhyme, running through time,
Maker's rhyme, running through time,
Maker's rhyme, running through the hands of time.

Now his only motions made are constant in their sound,
On a mantelpiece, a name engraved, to mark the love he found,
This pendulum of peace now faithful in this life.

Oh maker's rhyme, running through time,
Maker's rhyme, running through time,
Maker's rhyme, running through the hands of time.