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's 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