When I was a little boy I'd wake up on a Sunday morning And hear the ringing of the bells And I remember how good it made me feel inside It was like the Lord was saying "good morning, all is well" And I'd get dressed in a hurry And say "Mama can you take me o where they're ringing the bells?"
Hear the ringing of the bells Hear the ringing of the bells Ain't it like a Voice that's calling you home After being gone for so long If you hear that ringing in your heart Then you'll know where you belong
I spend my days at school Chasing all those young man's dreams Now we can fall under that spell You'd best be mindful of what you keep or leave behind I turned to find I didn't know myself so well But I woke up one morning And oh my heart was aching I heard the ringing of the bells
Hear the ringing of the bells Hear the ringing of the bells Ain't it like a Voice that's calling you home After being gone for so long If you hear that ringing in your heart Then you'll know where you belong
I can hear them ringing Ringing, ringing, ringing I can hear them ringing in my soul
Hear the ringing of the bells Hear the ringing of the bells Ain't it like a Voice that's calling you home After being gone for so long If you hear that ringing in your heart Then you'll know where you belongTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
