The Bells
The restless wind will not put by
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky
It pulls and pushes and bends at will
Those ancient bells will not be still
To celebrate the new year nigh
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky
Down the valley to the far shore
Sweep the heather and bathe the moor
Ever the new year's fervent cry
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky
Blow away these tears of sorrow
Now the bells ring for the morrow
For Dr Ram's contest
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2010
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