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The bells Music by Phil Ochs Lyrics by Edgar Allen Poe
Hear the slDedges with the bells, sGilver bDells, what a world of merriment their mCelody foretDells ! How they tCinkle, tEminkle, tAinkle in the Cicy Emair of nAight, all the hCeavens sEmeem to tAwinkle with a cCrystallEmine deliAght. Keeping tDime, time, tBmime with a F#msort of runic rAhyme, from the Dtintinnabulation that so mCusically wDells. From the bDells, bGells, bDells, bAells, bDells, bGells, bDells, from the jGingling and the tAinkling of the bDells.
Hear the mDellow wedding bells, gGolden bDells, what a world of happiness their hCarmony foretDells ! Through the bCalmy Emair of nAight, how they rCing out tEmheir delAight, through the dCances Emand the yAells, and the rCapture tEmhat impAels. How it swDells, how it dBmwells, on the fF#muture, how it tAells, from the sDwinging and the ringing of the mColten golden bDells. Of the bDells, bGells, bDells, bAells, bDells, bGells, bDells, of the rGhyming and the cAhiming of the bDells.
Hear the lDoud alarum bells, bGrazen bDells, what a tale of terror now their tCurbulency tDells ! Much too hCorrifEmied to sApeak, oh, tChey can oEmnly shAriek, for aCll the Emears to kAnow, how the dCanger eEmbbs and fAlows. Leaping hDigher, higher, hBmigher with a dF#mesperate desAire, in a cDlamorous appealing to the mCercy of the fDire. With the bDells, beGlls, bDells, bAells, bDells, bGells, bDells, with the cGlamor and the clAanging of the bDells.
Hear the toDlling of the bells, iGron belDls, what a world of solemn thought their mConody compDels ! For aCll the sEmound that fAloats, from the rCust withEmin our thAroats, and the pCeople Emsit and gAroan in their mCuffled mEmonotoAne. And the tDolling, tolling, tBmolling feels a gF#mlory in the rAolling, from the thDrobbing and the sobbing of the Cmelancholy bDells. Oh, the bDells, bGells, bDells, bAells, bDells, bGells, Dbells, oh, the mGoaning and the grAoaning of the bDells.
Hear the sDledges with the bells, sGilver bDells, what a world of merriment their mCelody foretDells ! How they tCinkle, tEminkle, tAinkle in the Cicy Emair of Anight, all the hCeavens sEmeem to tAwinkle with a cCrystallEmine deliAght. Keeping tDime, time, tBmime with a F#msort of runic rAhyme, from the tDintinnabulation that so mCusically wDells. From the bDells, bGells, bDells, bAells, bDells, bGells, bDells, from the jGingling and the tAinkling of the bDells.