The Clock Ticks On - Blackmore's Night, Tielman Susato

As the wind chimes play along the breeze

Singing songs to stir the soul,

Rainbow colors entwined in fairytales

On the maypole...

Sing the song of lands from far away,

Other times and another place,

The wind can carry us all away from here

Charmed in her embrace...

Leaves turn to red, the nights are getting colder,

Seasons will change, the clock ticks on...

Leaves fill the trees

As the days are getting warmer,

Days turn to years, the clock ticks on...

A cloak and dagger, no fear of freedom

When hearts beat in another time,

Ever changing, the clock ticks on,

If only in your mind...

The wind has died and the chimes are still again

The trees stand tall

As they cover me in shade

In the mirror a maiden stares at me

As the secret fades...

Leaves turn to red, the nights are getting colder,

Seasons will change, the clock ticks on...

Leaves fill the trees

As the days are getting warmer,

Days turn to years, the clock ticks on...

And though the clock ticks on to the future

It's in the past my heart will stay

In a time so far away from me

I'll return someday...

Leaves turn to red, the nights are getting colder,

Seasons will change, the clock ticks on...

Leaves fill the trees

As the days are getting warmer,

Days turn to years, the clock ticks on...

Leaves turn to red, the nights are getting colder,

Seasons will change, the clock ticks on...

Leaves fill the trees

As the days are getting warmer,

Days turn to years, the clock ticks on...

The clock ticks on...

The clock ticks on...

The clock ticks on...

The clock ticks on...