Uploaded May 2017 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago
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This song is from the classic Abney Park album, Aether Shanties. We've updated the recording, and you can download it for free on our market.
Vocals by Robert Brown and Jody Ellen
Guitars by Sky Warden
Song by Robert Brown
"Soft Boys" by Dana Hill
Lyrics to "The Clock Yard"
There was a young boy in a clock yard.
Building himself from the pieces he found.
Screwing on what's been left on the ground.
Hoping to finish enough one day to leave.
The years flew by and some gears fell off.
Fears and rust and tears he doffed.
And bravely searched, while parts he scoffed, but soon he found...
There was a young man in a clock yard.
Building himself from the pieces he found.
Screwing on what's been left on the ground.
Hoping to finish enough one day to leave.
The years flew by and some gears fell off.
Fears and rust and tears he doffed.
And bravely searched, while parts he scoffed, but soon he found...
There was a grown man in a clock yard.
Building himself from the pieces he found.
Screwing on what's been left on the ground.
Hoping to finish enough one day to leave.
He thought to himself, "If I wait too long
To find the pieces I need, then my chance might be gone.
What I need might be outside the gate
But I will never know, if I continue to wait."
And then he had a dream:
An old man cried in a clock yard,
Giving up on the scrap that he found on the ground,
"I can't build myself from this scrap all around!"
The man woke up and said,
"I must leave.
I must leave.
I must leave.
I must leave."
DOWNLOAD THIS SONG FREE:
abneypark.com/market
This song is from the classic Abney Park album, Aether Shanties. We've updated the recording, and you can download it for free on our market.
Vocals by Robert Brown and Jody Ellen
Guitars by Sky Warden
Song by Robert Brown
"Soft Boys" by Dana Hill
Lyrics to "The Clock Yard"
There was a young boy in a clock yard.
Building himself from the pieces he found.
Screwing on what's been left on the ground.
Hoping to finish enough one day to leave.
The years flew by and some gears fell off.
Fears and rust and tears he doffed.
And bravely searched, while parts he scoffed, but soon he found...
There was a young man in a clock yard.
Building himself from the pieces he found.
Screwing on what's been left on the ground.
Hoping to finish enough one day to leave.
The years flew by and some gears fell off.
Fears and rust and tears he doffed.
And bravely searched, while parts he scoffed, but soon he found...
There was a grown man in a clock yard.
Building himself from the pieces he found.
Screwing on what's been left on the ground.
Hoping to finish enough one day to leave.
He thought to himself, "If I wait too long
To find the pieces I need, then my chance might be gone.
What I need might be outside the gate
But I will never know, if I continue to wait."
And then he had a dream:
An old man cried in a clock yard,
Giving up on the scrap that he found on the ground,
"I can't build myself from this scrap all around!"
The man woke up and said,
"I must leave.
I must leave.
I must leave.
I must leave."
