BELLS.
 
Have you heard our Bells?
The Bells that ring,
Echoing out,
Their rhythmic Chimes,
Down through the valley,
Over our Village,
                Floor,
Summoning,
Both tall and small,
To kneel and pray,
To kneel and pray,
Beneath you Iron cast,
                 Toll,
                 Toll,
 
Bells,
Melted once for War,
You Canon cast,
Loud ‘n’ Roar,!
 
For the Poppies are high,
Tall ‘n’ straight,    
For those We knew,
Like Soldiers on Parade,
From the Village,
That came!
 
To Church I mean,
You Bells who knew.
The end of days,
In final celebration.