It carved a message in Isabella Creek
Black was the night that came in from the east
Riding on a storm
Slowly now the threads of age
Queen of the hours, along, along, along
She is still, the clock shall tell the tale
When all is well, is well
And caused the land to sleep
She is still, the clock shall tell the tale
She is still, the clock shall tell the tale
Opened up the grave and bowed
It left the sacred flower
When all is well, is well
The path of time, of time
Are starting to unwind
The path of time, of time
Dawn is the death wish night has passed away
Queen of the hours, along, along, along
The path of time, of time
Its life unto the queen of hours
Queen of the hours, along, along, along
