A long time ago, when the world was slow
villages covered the land
the bells would ring and the people would sing
to gather together again
The bells used to ring every morning
and for every fine holiday
the town came together
whatever the weather
to celebrate, mourn, and pray
But the war machine wanted the metal
and needed the men to bear arms
so they lowered the bells and hauled them away
and took the young men from their farms
They melted the bells of Paris
they melted the bells of Rome
turned them to cannons and sabers
and the young men never came home
The families struggled to live day to day
with the men gone to fight in the war
their animals died and their women all cried
and the soldiers never came home
They melted the bells in Lisbon
In Florence and Venice and Rome
Turned them to cannons and sabers
and the soldiers never came home
The silence it lasted a very long time
we forgot that the bells were all gone
’til one day we all started singing
and the bells all returned in a song
The bells used to ring every morning
and for every fine holiday
They’d bring us together, whatever the weather
To celebrate, mourn, and pray ~
Lions Mane 