The bells that I make ring
They are my loves
They love me well
I want to hear them sing
Loud as they swing
My pretty bells
In thunder or hail
Or wind, or in rain
Their sound will never fail
Singing through joy
Singing through pain
Bells that ring when we're born
Bells that ring when we die
Bells that ring every day, every night, every hour
Bells that ring when we pray
Bells that ring when we cry
Bells that ring to wake us up when the sun lights the sky
For the feast of Rameaux
For the Quasimodo
For a bright Christmas day and for the day of All Saints
For Annunciantion
For the resurection
For St. Valentine's day and for when good Friday come
Celebration they sing
All processions they ring
The most beautiful day it is the Feast of Our Lord
Days of years, days of kings
Easter day, my bells ring
And on Pentecost day they sing with bright tongues of flame
Confirmations they sing
And communions they ring
Bells that toll for our death, Dies Irae, Dies Illa
For Ascension they sing
For Assumption they ring
Bells that bring us Hosanna and sing Hallelujah
The bells I hold most dear
Of the beauties I have there
They are my Mary's three
All best friends to me
And my little Mary rings
When childen die, she sets them free
And my big Mary rings
When sailors set forth on the sea
And my great Mary sings
When lovers exchange wedding rings
Then something in me always cries
Then something in me always dies
To see their happiness
To see their tenderness
When a woman will not give me a single caress
My bells marry and blend
And take wing on the wind
In the midst of the start up in the vault of the sky
All the bells that I sound
Kyrie Eleison
Hosanna Hallelujah, Dies Irae, Dies Illa
Bells that mourn with the sad
Bells that laugh with the glad
All these bells that I have never not once rung out for me
The bells that I make ring
They are my loves
Such joy they give
I hope that they will sing
If Esmeralda does still live
To tell the world
That Quasimodo loves
Esmeralda
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