Chorus
Those little ticks of time keep on locking, tocking, tocking, locking,
Tick-a-tick-a-tick-tick-tocking all the day,
But those little ticks of time know no reason know no rhyme,
They just tick-a-tick-a-tick-tick-tock the time away.
The sun picks up little drops of water
From the sea as she rolls around the sky.
When her hands are full endowed she makes a little cloud
And sends the little cloud drifting by.
The little cloud goes drifting through the heavens,
He has a little task he must fulfill.
He makes little water balls and gently lets them fall
As raindrops down upon the hill.
As the raindrops fall upon the hilltop,
Each one stops to say hello,
And their faces fairly beam as they make a little stream
And the little stream goes trickling down below.
The stream meets another and another,
And they come upon another running free,
And they gurgle as they run and all become as one
Mighty river flowing to the sea.