Lyric

The mantel clock is in no rush

It stirs its seconds like a hush

Tick, and then a long, long tock

An easygoing kind of clock

It's seen a thousand afternoons

And hums the same unhurried tunes

For everything a season turns

And rest is one the wise heart learns

Let the hands go round and round

Time can be a friendly sound

Nowhere soon and nothing due

Three o'clock can wait till two

The pendulum swings soft and low

A metronome for taking it slow

Each swing a small permission for

One drowsy minute, then one more

Let the hands go round and round

Time can be a friendly sound

Nowhere soon and nothing due

Three o'clock can wait till two

Mmm... mmm... mmm

Let the hands go round and round

Time can be a friendly sound

Nowhere soon and nothing due

Three o'clock can wait till two

The mantel clock is in no rush

And neither, anymore, am I — hush