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