The bells of st. mary. I hear they are calling. The young loves, and the true loves. That come from the sea. . And so my beloved. When the red leaves are falling.
The Bells of St. Mary's. Ah, hear they are calling. The young loves, the true loves. Who come from the sea. . And so my beloved. When red leaves are falling.
The bells of St. Mary's. Ah! hear they are calling. The young loves, the true loves. Who come from the sea. . And so, my beloved. When red leaves are falling.
Ring out, ring out,. Ring out sweet bells!. . The bells of St. Mary's,. Ah! here they are calling,. The young loves, the true loves,. Who come from the sea . . ..