At dawn, where the river bends
Lies a town, forgotten, touched by the winds
On the streets, dust dances with the breeze
An old sign creaks in the silence with ease
Little shops, windows full of tales
Where clocks stop and time seems to fail
Here in this town, where time stands still
Where everyone knows everyone, and hardly anyone will
Understand how the outside world keeps spinning around
Here in this town, where time stands still
Under the oak, old Mr. Smith takes a seat
Talking of times when life sang to a different beat
Children running barefoot through warm sand
In this little world, far from the vast land
The sun sets low, painting facades with gold
Here, where past and present are quietly retold
In this little town, forgotten by the world
Where life flows softly, unhurried, unfurled
Here in this town, where time stands still
Where everyone knows everyone, and hardly anyone will
Understand how the outside world keeps spinning around
Here in this town, where time stands still
Where time stands still, some hearts do too
Caught in the beauty that we here view
In the little town that time forgot
Where everyone greets you, 'cause everyone knows your lot