Pull On The Clock

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