She sang hymns out of tuneAnd carried the yellow balloonShe traded her love for a Spanish doubloonAnd talked to the people, the people who areI have a clock on the wallIt keeps time and that isn't allIt tells me how long she's been goneGone to the people, the people who areShe lived in a sorcerer's roomShe pounded the table and brandished the broomShe turned ten thousand when she touched the moonAnd turned to the people, the people who areThe rain came and scattered awayThe old antique caretaker's children at playEarly this morning, she passed awayPassed to the people, the people who areShe sang hymns out of tuneAnd carried the yellow balloonShe traded her love for a Spanish doubloonAnd talked to the people, the people who areShe sang hymns out of tune
