At The Chime Of A City Clock Lyrics - Nick Drake - Nick Drake

A city freeze, get on your knees 

Pray for warmth and green paper 

A city drought, you're down and out 

See your trousers don't taper 

Saddle up, kick your feet 

Ride the range of a London street 

Travel to a local plane 

Turn around and come back again 

And at the chime of the city clock 

Put up your road block, hang on to your crown 

For a stone in a tin can 

Is wealth to the city man who leaves his armor down 

Stay indoors, beneath the floors 

Talk with neighbors only 

The games you play, make people say 

You're either weird or lonely 

A city star, won't shine too far 

On account of the way you are 

And the beads around your face 

Make you sure to fit back in place 

And at the beat of the city drum 

See how your friends come in twos or threes or more 

For the sound of a busy place is fine for a pretty face 

Who knows what a face is for 

The city clown will soon fall down 

Without a face to hide in 

And he will lose if he won't choose 

The one he may confide in 

Sonny boy, with smokes for sale 

Went to ground with a face so pale 

And never heard about the change 

Showed his hand and fell out of range 

In the light of a city square 

Find out the face that's fair, keep it by your side 

When the light of the city falls 

You fly to the city walls, take off with your bride 

But at the chime of a city clock 

Put up your road block, hang on to your crown 

For a stone in a tin can 

Is wealth to the city man who leaves his armor down