Marley’s Bell

Old Marley

was dead, to begin with

There is

no doubt

about that

Cold wind howls

through the counting house

And the frost

grows thick

and black

Three spirits shall haunt you this night

(ooh) When the clock strikes one,

hold tight From the past to the grave Is there time left

to save Your cold rusted heart in the light?

First comes the ghost

of the yesteryears

A flickering

candle

of wax

Then the feast

of the present,

of laughter and tears

Then the shadow

that leaves

no tracks (ahhhh)

Clash of the iron chains!

(clash, clang) Hear the cries of the hungry and poor!

Scrooge, bend your knee to the floor!

(humm-mmm) Three spirits have shown you the light

(ooh) And the morning is golden and bright!

From the past to the grave You were broken but saved As

the Christmas bells ring in the night!

God bless us, everyone (everyone)