Final Bell Song

(humm) The ropes are rough and heavy,

the bells are hanging high

I've pulled the ropes and rung the peals since I was just

a guy

The church has stood for centuries,

the bells have marked the time

And I've been ringing out the hours,

a rhythm and a rhyme.

I'm the bell ringer's last peal,

I'll ring the final song The notes will rise and fill the

air, a tune that lasts so long I'll ring the hours I've

loved and lost, the city's every sound

And when I'm done,

the bells will rest,

in silence, safe and sound.

(ooh) I've rung for presidents,

for wars, for peace and for the dead

I've rung for weddings and for births,

for every word I've said

The bells have been my voice,

you see, when words were not enough

And I've rung for love and pain and joy,

through easy times and rough.

I compose my final melody,

a peal of hope and grace

It's filled with the memories of every stone and face I pull

the ropes with all my might,

the bells ring out and soar

And I'll rest when the final note fades,

wanting nothing more.

I'm the bell ringer's last peal,

I'll ring the final song The notes will rise and fill the

air, a tune that lasts so long I'll ring the hours I've

loved and lost,

the city's every sound And when I'm done,

the bells will rest,

in silence, safe and sound.

Safe and sound. (ahhhh)