When the bluebells start ringing you can hear the elves singing and they ring in a spring that is new When you hear them in fall it is winter they call and they ring in their end and sound blue. Blue little bell ring and tell me the tales about life and ist gales Blue little bell ring and tell me the tales of heavens and hells Well, the seasons go by We might stay for a while till the bells tell you why I leave you But you don't ever listen you don't ever know All the messages gone, but still true You don'thear them, you'l feel what they rang must come real they don't care what you think or don't do. |
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