Hanging down from my window, those are my wind chimes On the warm breeze, the little bells tinkle like wind chimes Though it's hard I try not to look
Bells high on a hill, history chimes And you want a new beginning Tell me, in Biro or quill, your purpose and mine Prove that our world is spinning So
I have the invitation that you sent me You wanted me to see you change your name I couldn't stand to see you wed another But dear, I hope you're happy
In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway American dream At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines Sprung from cages
Well, far between sundown's finish and midnight's broken toll We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashin' As majestic bells of boats struck shadows
Well It's Saturday night you're all dressed up in blue I been watching you awhile maybe you been watching me too So somebody ran out left somebody's heart
The father heard church bells at midnight A wrong time for church bells to chime He went to the tower, found a little girl there Said, "Why ring the bells
The southern aurora was late again As I waited at central to take you home Winking, spinning, sparkling lights on our flat earth You talked about the
The reflecting of light and the traces of dust The heart of it One movement in response to the holler All of it Mouthing the word and smile Thou
Church bells may ring And surely darling the angels will sing I'll tell you darling you're the queen of my throne You should have known, sweetheart, sweetheart
Hark how the bells, sweet silver bells, all seem to say, throw cares away Christmas is here, bringing good cheer, to young and old, meek and the
Early morning whispers to me I was taken unaware I remember sunlight creepin' In the window over there The day had promised true love, smiles awaken
Dime Senor porque no vienes a mi Yo no puede quedar me un dia sin ti Los gitanos juntos siempre estan mirando ahi Cuando sueno la noche me siento feliz
Float from the balcony, we ride the pine top swells Down from the old hotel on the lake of silver bells And leading is lonely when you make alone decisions
Paroles et Musique: Jean Villard-Gilles 1945 autres interpretes: Les Classels, Tina Arena note: Les Compagnons de la Chanson avec Edith Piaf Village
There is a village hidden deep in the valley Among the pine trees half forlorn And there on a Sunday morning Little Jimmy Brown was born All the chapel
There's a village hidden deep in the valley Among the pine trees half forlorn And there on a Sunny morning Little Jimmy Brown was born All the chapel
