Abney Park

There was a young boy in a clockyard
Building himself from the pieces he found
Screwing on what's been left on the ground
Hoping to finish enough one day to leave.
The years flew by and some gears fell off
Fears and rust and tears he doffed
And bravely searched, while parts he scoffed, but soon he found--
There was a young man in a clockyard
Building himself from the pieces he found
Screwing on what's been left on the ground
Hoping to finish enough one day to leave.
The years flew by and some gears fell off
Fears and rust and tears he doffed
And bravely searched, while parts he scoffed, but soon he found--
There was a grown man in a clockyard
Building himself from the pieces he found