The Bells, The Bells

The Bells, The Bells

The sound of the bells,

the bells, the bells, the bells,

storming down the wind from the tower

of the old Cathedral on the hill.

The bells, the bells, the bells,

High tones, low tones,

ringing in the middle,

sounding out glad tidings

Christ is born again

in the hearts of grateful men.

The bells, the bells, the bells,

ringing the days of our lives,

our births, our deaths, our holy days;

the weddings of husbands and wives.

The bells, the bells, the bells,

Thirty-nine mournful strokes

Count them one by one.

Thirty-nine joyful strokes,

count them one by one,

one for you and one for all,

the toll of our redemption.

One for the Father, one for the Spirit,

and one for the Almighty Son.

The bells, the bells, the bells.

Hear them ringing down the hill.