1. Bell
From far away a tolling bell
to wake me from my bed
and cries of wheeling, waiting birds
bring refuge from the dread
Come sunlight and come morrow-day
I’ve waited patiently
Outside my house you rise in time
but you are cold to me
There’s hollowness and haunted dreams
that food and drink can’t chase
No laughter of good company
can rocky paths erase
In this fair country, in the sun
my home is under hill
but when I hear the tolling bell
my heart will not be still
So fare you well, my childhood’s hearth
I’m riding to the sea
Where lithe, swift ship and wheeling birds
are waiting patiently
to wake me from my bed
and cries of wheeling, waiting birds
bring refuge from the dread
Come sunlight and come morrow-day
I’ve waited patiently
Outside my house you rise in time
but you are cold to me
There’s hollowness and haunted dreams
that food and drink can’t chase
No laughter of good company
can rocky paths erase
In this fair country, in the sun
my home is under hill
but when I hear the tolling bell
my heart will not be still
So fare you well, my childhood’s hearth
I’m riding to the sea
Where lithe, swift ship and wheeling birds
are waiting patiently
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