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