...the wheel will keep turning forever.

He brought her sweets and things to eat
a clip to bind up her hair
her hair hung down,she liked it bound
she'd bind it no more come the morning

His candy and his beaded strands were not all he would pay
for secrets slip from love-drunk lips
and pave the way to comeing morning

And with every tick that followed tock
he wished that clock were still
you could not weigh the purse he's pay to hold back the sun and the morning

etc...