Camsell Downing - Pull On The Clock Lyrics

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