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 bold
Clopin Morning in Paris, the city awakes To the bells of Notre Dame The fisherman fishes, the bakerman bakes To the bells of Notre Dame To the big bells
I heard the bells on Christmas day Their old familiar carols play And mild and sweet, their words repeat Peace on earth, goodwill to men I thought how
While we are living in this world of care Many the burdens that we have to bare But there's a prayer bell at the Lord's right hand Give it a ring and
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 bold Ding
Say, can you see the cross? Inverted solemnly Symbol for the goat Of a thousand young Six six six Evoke the king of hell Strike the death knell Death
I'll never hear the bells if you leave me I'll never hear the bells I'll never hear the bells if you leave me I'll never hear the bells Do you hear what
Wenn die Glocken klingen wenn die Englein singen dann ist rings auf Erden Weihnachtszeit. Wenn so weiß die Felder wenn so still die Wälder
Ding, dong, ding, dong Ding, dong, ding, dong Hark how the bells, sweet silver bells All seem to say, throw cares away Christmas is here bringing good
In the sleepy town of San Juanita There's a story that a padre tells Of a gay Senor and Senorita And the serenade of the bells Seems they asked the padre
Make his fight on the hills in the early day Constant chill deep inside Shouting gun on they run through the endless gray On they fight for their right
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 bold
Hark! Hear 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 bold
One Christmas in London December air Red buses, snow angels Trafalgar Square And now the two of us are walking there Remember how it used to be? You
Born in a sorry cot, left on the stairs of the cold stone; Damned to be scorned, in darkness, damned to be alone; Taken by the Church, his soul will be
Mr. Mackey: Uh, Hark! hear the bells Sweet silver bells All seem to say, "Ding Dong Mmmkay." Christmas is here Bringing good cheer To young and old