Calenders and Clocks

Pretty pendant descendent of joy Return the father to the boy Resent your past, repent at last For we are only lines on the map Calendars clocks and hickory docks Find a feelin' that feels ok Find another to blow it away Who are you, and who am I? Please don't ask me I'll break down and cry Calendars clocks and hickory docks There's nothin' more Than the sea shells on the sea shore There's nothin' more Than the church bell that rings no more There's nothin' more Than the scenes behind a closed door There's nothin' more Than the rich the penniless poor Nothin' more, No nothin' more Than calendars clocks and hickory docks Than calendars clocks and hickory docks…