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