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

IT WAS THE YEAR OF NINETEEN-NINETY

AND THE BERLIN WALL WAS DOWN

AND A THOUSAND YEARS REGRETTED

NOW LAID BURIED IN THE GROUND

AND THE PROPHETS READ THE FUTURE

AND THE OMENS ALL SEEMED KIND

IN THE CLASSIC WORDS OF DICKENS

IT SURELY WAS THE BEST OF TIMES