The Little Bell Lyrics - Broadcast

The little bell lies on the ground 

Although it tries it cannot sound 

It used to ring across the air 

Its sweetened tone would linger there 

But from a careless hand it rocked 

Its shell is only made of crock 

Although it lies there split in two 

It still tries to ring out to you 

Now deep inside my wooden clock 

There is a tick but not a tock 

Although into the room it chimes 

It only tells me half the time 

Why do you leave me so confused? 

I'll miss my bus, my job I'll lose 

Oh, what is wrong, my wooden clock 

It breaks my heart to see you stop