Feels a glory in the rolling
How it tells
On the future
With a crystalline delight
Oh, the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells
Golden bells
What a world of happiness
And the rapture that impels
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels
For all the ears to know
Of the molten golden bells
From the throbbing and the sobbing
From the swinging and the ringing
What a tale of terror now
Hear the loud alarm bells
And the tolling, tolling, tolling
Keeping time, time, time
With a desperate desire
With the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells
What a world of merriment
Through the balmy air of night
With a sort of Runic rhyme
From the rust within our throats
That so musically wells
How they ring out their delight
From the tintinnabulation
In the icy air of night
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle
Iron bells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells
Their melody foretells
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells
Their turbulency tells
Through the dances and the yells
For all the sound that floats
In a clamorous appealing
All the heavens seem to twinkle
Leaping higher, higher, higher
To the mercy of the fire
Of the rhyming and the chiming of the bells
How the danger ebbs and flows
And the people sit and groan
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells
How it swells
How it dwells
Brazen bells
Hear the tolling of the bells
Oh, they can only shriek
Their harmony foretells
Of the melancholy bells
With the clamor and the clanging of the bells
In their muffled monotone
Hear the mellow wedding bells
Much too horrified to speak
