Here I Sit (as The Clock's Bells Chime)

Here I sit as the clock strikes two
Trying to think of what to get for you
Warm wishes, kindness, charity and love
What could be more appropriate, my dove?

Here I sit as the clock strikes three
Listening to music and thinking of thee
My thoughts revolve around my dreams
And today I sit and write my theme.

Here I sit as the clock strikes four
And now I wonder what matters more:
My warm thoughts and my heart's tender embrace,
Or to be there as you struggle; to be with you face to face?

Here I sit as the clock strikes five
And still I wonder what time to arrive
The doctor called, says I should be swift
As your time is short, but I must decide my gift.

Here I sit as the clock strikes six
Tuning this old guitar and plucking strings with the picks.
Visiting hours cease when the clock strikes nine
And still no gift, dear lover of mine.

Here I sit as the clock strikes seven
I sit and I cry, for you have gone to heaven.
Mine is a tale of stupidity and regret
Mine is a lesson I will never forget.