Queen of the Hours
JEFF LYNNE
Queen of the hours, lies
Waiting for the wind,
To blow away the veil of time
Slowly now the threads of age
Are starting to unwind
Queen of the hours
Along, along, along the path of time, of time
She is still, the clock shall tell
The tale when all is well, is well
Black was the night that
Came in from the east
And caused the land to sleep
Riding on a storm it carved
A message in the Isabella Creek
Dawn is the death wish
Night has passed away
It left a sacred flower
Open up the grave and bowed it´s life
Unto the Queen of the hours
