The Clock Above the Market Square Verse 1 There’s a clock above the market square, its hands have turned through every year. It watched the town grow old and quiet, and kept its rhythm, calm and clear. It’s seen the mornings filled with voices, the evenings fading soft and slow. And every hour that passed beneath it left a story in its glow. Chorus Oh, the clock above the market square keeps time for everyone, from early dawn to midnight’s hush when all the crowds are gone. It holds the heartbeat of the town in every tick it shares, the clock above the market square. Verse 2 A vendor sets his stand at sunrise, he’s been there longer than the chimes. He nods up to the tower’s window as if they’ve talked a thousand times. A child counts seconds in the shadows, dreams of places far from here. And somewhere near the cobblestone a stranger wipes away a tear. Chorus Oh, the clock above the market square keeps time for everyone, from early dawn to midnight’s hush when all the crowds are gone. It holds the heartbeat of the town in every tick it shares, the clock above the market square. Bridge Maybe time remembers footsteps, maybe hours never fade. And when we leave this place behind, the clock keeps all the paths we made. Final Chorus Oh, the clock above the market square keeps time for everyone, from early dawn to midnight’s hush when all the crowds are gone. It holds the heartbeat of the town in every tick it shares, the clock above the market square.
