#649

[frenchroast.livejournal.com]

I hear the bells
Down in the canyons
It’s snowing New York
Some blue December
I’m going to the moon
About you going
I’m calling you throughout the world
And I can hear the bells are ringing
Joyful and triumphant
And I can hear the bells are ringing
Joyful and triumphant, and…
I hear the bells
They are like emeralds and
Glints in the night
Commas and ampersands
Your moony face--so inaccessible,
Your inner mind--so inexpressible;
And I can hear the bells are ringing
And I can hear the bells are ringing
Joyful and triumphant, and…
~Mike Doughty