In the town of Sarajevo

There's an old medieval square

There's a church aside one corner

Most believe was always there

It was built a thousand years

Before any now were born

And its glory was its belfry

With its stones all gray and worn

Now there's a gargoyle on that belfry

And he's been up there for years

And he has watched

And he has pondered: "What is laughter what are tears"

And he's never found his answers

As he sees the years go by

But he watches and he wonders

With his stone unblinking eyes