Al Stewart - House of Clocks      I once had a qilded clock   Constructed in la Belle Epoque   The hour hand broke, now it won't turn back   So long, so long, so long      I once had a sundial too   But green and wild my garden grew   The undergrowth obscured the view   So long, so long, so long      Not a word could make her stay    The East wind blows the sun away   Oh I lost her on St. Swithin's day   Oh why?      I grew up in a house of clocks   And late at night I'd sometimes walk   Listening to their rhythmic talk   So long, so long, so long      Clocks that sand in ringing chimes   To take the measure of the times   Clocks that spoke in wordless rhymes,   So long, so long , so long      Not a word could make her stay   The wine is spilt and flows away   I lost her on St. Swithin's day   Oh why?