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From the tower of St. Lawrence down the sunlit summer lane The long lost bells of ages past are ringing once again The priest is waiting, book in hand, the people wait and pray Their prayers are never answered, or so the stories say CHORUS: Ring out the bells for my lady's wedding day The coach and horses waiting by the door They have come for the bride for four hundred years and they say that she will ride forever more... They say they that she went crazy when she found her lover gone She waited by the altar steps until her days were done They buried her a maiden but her madness lingers on It rings the bells and brings her back each year to claim her own... CHORUS: Ring out the bells for my lady's wedding day The coach and horses waiting by the door They have come for the bride for four hundred years and they say that she will ride forever more... Time to dress my lady in her torn and tattered gown Set the withered orange-blossom high upon her brow Put the bridal garland in the hands once milky white that now are nothing more than bones that rattle in the night CHORUS: Ring out the bells for my lady's wedding day The coach and horses waiting by the door They have come for the bride for four hundred years and they say that she will ride forever more... Lyrics & Music: © Rosie Hardman 1974 (Adapted from a traditional legend from Jersey, UK Channel Islands). |
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