The village hid among the terrifying woods
A buyer of old clocks
Found himself there all of a sudden
He was looking for them everywhere for a museum
He couldn't be not astonishing
To the owner woman of an old house
A maiden with a beautiful appearance
Where came she from in that wilderness, I wonder
The old clocks hang over the fireplace
The hands were paused on them a hundred years ago
The maiden couldn't stop watchin them in a very strange manner
And they stopped working long ago-o.