dry crisp air of a late December day
clearly the peal of the ancient bells
a most meloncholy way
Sort of summons to the faithful
to come at once and pray
clarion call from the house of God,
the faithful must obey.
those ringing tones of those ancient bells
they resounded around the square
a different message to my ear,
was a message of despair,
it was on such a day whilst song birds
sing up in the sky
I sat at my wife's bedside
watched that lady die.
bells just kept on ringing,
her life did drain away,
just sat there, and I listened,
those mournful bells did play.
was being enacted within that room
curtains drawn and a heavy heart,
just sat there in the gloom.
had prayed as did the faithful,
the miracle of life
be bestowed upon that darling girl,
lady, and my wife,
those bells just kept on ringing,
know now for whom they did toll
hidden in those rhythmic chimes
one who reclaimed her soul.
term on earth had ended,
had returned into the fold
I remained here amidst those bells,
lonely and so old.
do I listen to those bells,
listen for the chilling chimes
will unite my love, and me.