Shawn Phillips The Bells
Hear the sledges on the bells, silver bells
What a world of merriment their melody fortells
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle in the icy ear of night
And the heavens seem to twinkle with a crystalline
delight
Keeping time, time, time with a sort of early crying
With a tintinabulation that so musically wells
For the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells
For the jingling and the tinkling of the bells
Hear the mellow wedding bells, golden bells
What a world of happiness their harmony fortells
Through the balmy air of night, how they ring out their
delight
Through the dances and the yells, and the rapture that
impels
How it swells, how it dwells on the future, how it
pells
From the swingin' and the ringin' of the molden golden
bells
For the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells
For the rhyming and the chiming of the bells
Hear the loud alarm bells, brazen bells
What a tale of terror now their turbulency tells
Much to horrified to speak, oh they can only shreak
For all the years to know, how the danger ebbs and
flows
Making higher, higher, higher in a desperate desire
In a clamorous of feeling to the mercy of the fire
Hear the tolling of the bells, iron bells
What a world of sollumn thought their melody compels
For all the sound that floats, from the rust within our
throats
And the people sit and groan in their muffled monotone
And the tolling, tolling, tolling builds a glory and
the rolling
From the throbbing and the sobbing of the melancholy
bells
For the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells,
bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells
For the bells, for the bells, bells, bells, bells,
bells
For the bells
