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