From The Chester Witches Show Tunes Album

Step beneath the ancient walls of Chester and look up to the iconic Eastgate Clock in this sweeping, theatrical storytelling song that brings history to life.

The Eastgate Clock is a rich soulfull Jazz/R&B influences woven with Roman origins, Victorian celebration, and a touch of gentle magic. Beginning with Chester’s Roman fortress roots, the song journeys through centuries to the grand unveiling of the clock during Diamond Jubilee of Queen Victoria, building into a chorus that’s instantly memorable

The Eastgate Clock Lyrics

La La, La La, La La, laaaaa

Listen now, me dear

[Verse 1]
Before the clock began to shine,
There stood old walls from Roman time,
A fortress gate, stone and strong,
Where soldiers marched and legions thronged.
The road ran straight through Deeva’s might,
Torches flickered in the night,
Centuries passed, the carts rolled through,
And Chester grew as old towns do.

[Pre-Chorus / Sing Melismatic / Storytelling]
Then up above the ancient street,
They built a crown of iron so sweet,
Not for battle, not for war,
But time itself, and something more.

La La, La La, La La, laaaaa

[Chorus]
Eastgate, Eastgate, Eastgate Clock
Where the tick goes tick
But it doesn’t tock.
Check the time, don’t miss the view,
And see it’s looking back at you

[Verse 2]
Eighteen ninety-nine, the year, dear,
Bunting bright and crowds to cheer,
For Queen Victoria’s sixty reign,
A Diamond Jubilee in her name.
High above the Eastgate arch,
They raised it proud in iron and starch,
Black and gold against the sky,
Watching shoppers passing by.

[Pre-Chorus]
Trams and carriages rolled beneath,
Silk hats, gossip, polished teeth,
Through wars, through change, through rain and shine,
It kept its steady, faithful time.

La La, La La, La La, laaaaa

[Chorus]
Eastgate, Eastgate, Eastgate Clock
Where the tick goes tick
But it doesn’t tock.
Check the time, don’t miss the view,
And see it’s looking back at you

[Bridge]
If clocks could whisper what they’ve seen,
Red coats, ruffs, and crinolines,
Market cries and whispered vows,
Tourists snapping photos now.
It’s more than metal, more than face,
It’s Chester’s heart in pride of place,
Standing tall above the street,
Where past and present gently meet.

La La, La La, La La, laaaaa

[Chorus] 
Eastgate, Eastgate, Eastgate Clock
Where the tick goes tick
But it doesn’t tock.
Ancient magic in the air,
Time itself is woven there.
Eastgate, Eastgate, shining bright,
Golden crown in morning light,
Check the time, don’t miss the view,
The Eastgate Clock is watching you.

So be told my lovely,
Tick goes tick!
But it doesn’t tock!
[Slows down] Tick goes tick!
But it doesn’t tock!

Long live the lovely Eastgate Clock!

Tick goes tick!
But it doesn’t tock!