The Bells(feat. the Metro Voices) - Eric Woolfson/The Metro Voices

Hear the sledges with the bells-

Silver bells

What a world of merriment their melody foretells

How they tinkle tinkle tinkle

In the icy air of night

While the stars that oversprinkle

All the heavens seem to twinkle

With a crystalline delight

Keeping time time time

In a sort of Runic rhyme

To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells

From the bells bells bells bells bells bells bells-

From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells

Hear the mellow wedding bells

Golden bells

What a world of happiness their harmony foretells

Through the balmy air of night

How they ring out their delight

From the molten-golden notes

And an in tune

What a liquid ditty floats

To the turtle-dove that listens while she gloats

On the moon

Oh from out the sounding cells

What a gush of euphony voluminously wells

How it swells

How it dwells

On the Future how it tells

Of the rapture that impels

To the swinging and the ringing

Of the bells bells bells

Of the bells bells bells bells bells bells bells-

To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells

Hear the loud alarum bells-

Brazen bells

What a tale of terror now their turbulency tells

In the startled ear of night

How they scream out their affright

Too much horrified to speak

They can only shriek shriek

Out of tune

In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire

In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire

Leaping higher higher higher

With a desperate desire

And a resolute endeavor

Now-now to sit or never

By the side of the pale-faced moon

Oh the bells bells bells

What a tale their terror tells

Of Despair

How they clang and clash and roar

What a horror they outpour

On the bosom of the palpitating air

Yet the ear it fully knows

By the twanging

And the clanging

How the danger ebbs and flows:

Yet the ear distinctly tells

In the jangling

And the wrangling

How the danger sinks and swells

By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells-

Of the bells-

Of the bells bells bells bells bells bells bells-

In the clamor and the clangor of the bells

Hear the tolling of the bells-

Iron Bells

What a world of solemn thought their monody compels

In the silence of the night

How we shiver with affright

At the melancholy menace of their tone

For every sound that floats

From the rust within their throats

Is a groan

And the people-ah the people-

They that dwell up in the steeple

All Alone

And who tolling tolling tolling

In that muffled monotone

Feel a glory in so rolling

On the human heart a stone-

They are neither man nor woman-

They are neither brute nor human-

They are Ghouls:

And their king it is who tolls

And he rolls rolls rolls

Rolls

A paean from the bells

And his merry bosom swells

With the paean of the bells

And he dances and he yells

Keeping time time time

In a sort of Runic rhyme

To the paean of the bells-

Of the bells:

Keeping time time time

In a sort of Runic rhyme

To the throbbing of the bells-

Of the bells bells bells-

To the sobbing of the bells

Keeping time time time

As he knells knells knells

In a happy Runic rhyme

To the rolling of the bells-

Of the bells bells bells:

To the tolling of the bells

Of the bells bells bells bells bells bells bells-

Of the bells bells bells bells bells bells bells-

To the moaning and the groaning of the bells

Bells bells bells bells bells

Of the bells