The Bells

I wait to hear the bells

The bells, the bells, the bells

Cup my hand around my ear to listen for them

The bells

I ache to hear the bells

The bells, the bells, the bells

Hold my breath, hold my chest-wait for them

The bells

I start to hum a tune, oh so softly hum a tune

One foot from the other, and the first it follows suit

Oh, so slowly follows suit

I am taken by the sun, the golden glorious sun

Arms spread wide and my face toward the sky

I am singing at the top of my lungs

I am taken by the sun

Near silent behind the trees I hear them now

The bells

They are ringing, I am singing with the bells

There is joy I cannot spell with dry words or letters

I can sing it very well and it comes out much better

I am singing very well of the joy I cannot say

Without the music of the bells

I am taken by the sun, the golden glorious sun

Arms spread wide and my face toward the sky

I am singing at the top of my lungs

I am taken by the sun