The Bells

Hear the sledges with the bells

Silver bells

What a world of merriment

Their melody foretellsHow they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle

In the icy air of night

All the heavens seem to twinkle

With a crystalline delightKeeping time, time, time

With a sort of Runic rhyme

From the tintinnabulation

That so musically wellsFrom the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells

From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells

Hear the mellow wedding bells

Golden bellsWhat a world of happiness

Their harmony foretells

Through the balmy air of night

How they ring out their delight

Through the dances and the yells

And the rapture that impelsHow it swells

How it dwells

On the future

How it tellsFrom the swinging and the ringing

Of the molten golden bells

Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells

Of the rhyming and the chiming of the bellsHear the loud alarm bells

Brazen bells

What a tale of terror now

Their turbulency tellsMuch too horrified to speak

Oh, they can only shriek

For all the ears to know

How the danger ebbs and flowsLeaping higher, higher, higher

With a desperate desire

In a clamorous appealing

To the mercy of the fireWith the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells

With the clamor and the clanging of the bells

Hear the tolling of the bells

Iron bellsWhat a world of solemn thought their monody compels

For all the sound that floats

From the rust within our throats

And the people sit and groan

In their muffled monotoneAnd the tolling, tolling, tolling

Feels a glory in the rolling

From the throbbing and the sobbing

Of the melancholy bellsOh, the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells

Oh, the moaning and the groaning of the bells