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 has 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