Phil Ochs: The Bells

D
Hear the sledges with the bells
G D
Silver bells
What a world of merriment
C D
Their melody foretells
C Em A
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle
C Em A
In the icy air of night
C Em A
All the heavens seem to twinkle
C Em A
With a crystalline delight
D Bm
Keeping time, time, time
F#m A
With a sort of Runic rhyme
D
From the tintinnabulation
C D
That so musically wells
D G D A7 D G D
From the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells
G A7 D
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
Through the dances and the yells
And the rapture that impels
How it swells
How it dwells
On the future
How it tells
From 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 bells
Hear the loud alarum bells
Brazen bells
What a tale of terror now
Their turbulency tells
Much too horrified to speak
Oh, they can only shriek
For all the ears to know
How the danger ebbs and flows
Leaping higher, higher, higher
With a desperate desire
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire
With the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells
With the clamor and the clanging of the bells
Hear the tolling of the bells
Iron bells
What 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 monotone
And the tolling, tolling, tolling
Feels a glory in the rolling
From the throbbing and the sobbing
Of the melancholy bells
Oh, the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells
Oh, the moaning and the groaning of the bells.