As I was following the road back to our house Deeper than blue was the dusk through the trees With the last of the leaves clinging on like my mother's hand Cold as the sandpaper wind on my cheeks Over the river and under the railway Moon lighting silver the ribbon of road And the phone lines were whistling like my mother's breathing And my eyes were streaming There's a clock on my wall Sometimes I hear it in my dreams But I won't be afraid of the changes a comin' While I know a love that is sure as the morning There's a light in the clockhouse A light in the chapel A light in the hallway left on by an angel And I creak up the stairs and I pause at the threshold To take off my boots and my clothes in the dark With my nose like a fox and my skin like a chicken I steal into my bed where it's warm as an oven And you feel like the bread made in my mother's kitchen And we're peaceful as a candle And the clock on my wall Sometimes I hear it in my dreams But I won't be afraid of the changes a comin' While I know a love that won't break with the dawn No, I won't be afraid of the darkness a comin' No, I won't be afraid of the darkness a comin' While I know a love that's sure as the morning