ALL THE BELLS’ BRIGHTEST DONGING
WAKE IN ME A WONDROUS CHURN
SENSE A QUIET, FORCEFUL LONGING
FOR AS A CHILD THE BELLS I TURNED

EVERY CLEAR AND EARLY MORROW
I CLIMBED UP TO THE TOWER TOP
AND TO ANOTHER DAY OF SORROW
MY LITTLE VILLAGE I WOKE UP

NOON AND EV’NING I WENT RINGING
ANNOUNCING TO THE TIRELESS
THAT ALL THEY BUILT WHILE BUSY WORKING
THEY MADE FOR EVERYONE’S BLISS