Ringing bells,
Ringing bells.
Louder than
The pounding hails

Softly sings
Softly sings
All about
The simple things

White light
White light
What could
Ever be so bright?
Bringing on the morning flight:
O the witness to the bright, bright light.

Ringing bells
Ringing bells
Louder than
The pounding hails

Softly sings
Softly sings
All about
The simple things

Grey dawn
Grey dawn
No one there
To play the fawn
Only you,
To bear the dawn

Ringing bells,
Ringing bells.
Louder than
The pounding hails

Softly sings
Softly sings
All about
The simple things

Red day
Red day
Time again
To join the fray
And the losers. . .
Be it they.

Ringing bells,
Ringing bells.
Louder than
The pounding hails

Softly sings
Softly sings
All about
The simple things

Black eve
Black eve
For the fallen
Do not grieve
And the wounded do relieve
And the stolen do retrieve.