Post by Mikhael on Feb 6, 2004 23:23:08 GMT -5
Funeral Bells
Mik Namlieh
The bells would chime a chorded hymn to praise the Lord above
And ladies walk the pavement of the church and pray for love.
The Lord above will watch us until all are gray and old
And I listen to the bells and I remember how I told
You that I love you, and the Lord will see you through
And the bells will ring for me, love, and the bells will ring for you.
Don’t say you don’t believe me love, don’t say I’d tell a lie,
‘Cause I can still remember watching all my sorrows die,
When you said that you believed me and you would be my friend
‘Til the bells were rung for me my love, until the very end.
And there’s nothing in our fortunes that the wisest one can see
That says the bells won’t ring for you, that they won’t ring for me.
What comfort did you give me when the world seemed closing in,
When the sorrows of past had me forsaken once again!
And I gave myself to you, my love, to hold the world at bay
And I didn’t have to worry what to think or what to say,
‘Cause all my life I’ve wandered, and my friends have not been true.
‘Fore the bells were rung for me, love, the bells were rung for you.
Oh heart, my love, what dissonance has brought my heart to thrill!
What melancholy chords could touch my soul with such a chill!
What strange and solemn ringer could form music so to loom
Like a shadow blocking out the sun, the prophet of my doom?
What phantom would I find were I to force the belfry key?
‘Twas you who rang the bells, my love, who rang the bells for me.
Mik Namlieh
The bells would chime a chorded hymn to praise the Lord above
And ladies walk the pavement of the church and pray for love.
The Lord above will watch us until all are gray and old
And I listen to the bells and I remember how I told
You that I love you, and the Lord will see you through
And the bells will ring for me, love, and the bells will ring for you.
Don’t say you don’t believe me love, don’t say I’d tell a lie,
‘Cause I can still remember watching all my sorrows die,
When you said that you believed me and you would be my friend
‘Til the bells were rung for me my love, until the very end.
And there’s nothing in our fortunes that the wisest one can see
That says the bells won’t ring for you, that they won’t ring for me.
What comfort did you give me when the world seemed closing in,
When the sorrows of past had me forsaken once again!
And I gave myself to you, my love, to hold the world at bay
And I didn’t have to worry what to think or what to say,
‘Cause all my life I’ve wandered, and my friends have not been true.
‘Fore the bells were rung for me, love, the bells were rung for you.
Oh heart, my love, what dissonance has brought my heart to thrill!
What melancholy chords could touch my soul with such a chill!
What strange and solemn ringer could form music so to loom
Like a shadow blocking out the sun, the prophet of my doom?
What phantom would I find were I to force the belfry key?
‘Twas you who rang the bells, my love, who rang the bells for me.
