The Bells of Autumn

THE BELLS OF AUTUMN The leaves will slowly fall away After the harvest’s end is nigh Now soon the winter comes to stay Ring out wild bells to the wild sky We rest and gather fruits around And smile with thanks : our relief we sigh The nuts, the seeds in the barn abound Ring out wild bells to the wild sky The leaves are gold, the days are cold The Halloween fire flares up high There’s joyous stories to be told Ring out wild bells to the wild sky