At a quarter to midnight lays a cornerstone You can read by the moonlight aloud and alone And from over your shoulder it's courting your soul Does it tell you your fortune or say nothing at all In your dreams your montana skies In your dreams your a ruby and sapphire prize In your eyes something to see In your eyes pastures of green In the company quarter the company store Stays making the bargain that it made before All the people are gathered ring a roundabout Keep their parts in their pockets bring that company down In history wayfaring armies Cavalries above and beyond Some were made of mothers own babies Some were made of mothers own young In a small dark alley where the sun won't go There's got to be something maybe diamonds and pearls All the people are gathered ring a roundabout Keep their parts in their pockets find that dark alley out Oh mystery gem of the moment Chivalry got lost in your smile Some may say there's nothing to comment Some may stay silent awhile