Pull On The Clock Lyrics

Let's gather our salt to the heavens above Take down the jars and fill them with love

I slip between the hand and the glove I need a push under vigorous shove

So bathe yourself in sweet smelling salt This world knows no lies or cracks or faults

Well I have been fearful now I have baulked I have been wondering and I have talked

So pull on the clock I bet you wish you stayed

There's a story to tell the fishing folk at play

Well I think there was an ending where this was before that

About the wife of the pastor and the carpenters cat

Oh sing on plough boys sing your refrain

Sing for the mother sing for the sun

from The rushing water and the rivers of Spain

to the The dry expanses upon the plain

And this marching crew comprises mostly

of John and Matthew and Mark all ghostly

their lines of prose arose before me

Singing to be to be to be

So pull on the clock I bet you wish you stayed

There's a story to tell the fishing folk at play

Well I think there was an ending where this was before that

About the wife of the pastor and the carpenters cat

Oh sing on sailor man dance on high

The people wonder asking why

Indeed you need not follow lies

But kneeled before the breaking sky

So sing for the mother sing for the son

The people wonder and now it's begun

So dance for the heavens and love hard wood

the narrow path where the javelins is flung

So pull on the clock I bet you wish you stayed

There's a story to tell the fishing folk at play

Well I think there was an ending where this was before that

About the wife of the pastor and the carpenters cat