Tick-Tock Tick-Tock That inner clock,
that pulses in the chest,
tolls the hours with sparkles and showers,
of love and tenderness.
Tick-Tock through the years, tick-tick for tears,
slowing or picking up pace.
Tick-tick-tocking tick-tick-tocking -
on a tickety-tockety race,
With a tick-tick-tock, the Hands of Time,
are spinning round and round.
They sometimes bring a joyful chime,
and sometimes a tick-tock frown.
Tick-Tock Tick-Tock - the heart's own clock,
begins with a steady beat.
Tocking away the hours of day,
and quietly ticking in sleep.
One day it tocks, and frantically knocks,
against the bars of its cage.
Tocking in fright - longing for flight -
like scribbling on a page.
Tick-Tock Tick-Tock - the ageing clock,
ticks slower than before.
Like a spring that's sprung, it's no longer young.
It goes tick-tocking out the door.
tick - tock - tick - tock - tick - tock
( © 2003 - "Future Folk" Music - Betty J. Curtis )