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