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