Lyrics: Isabella Ward
Music: Isabella Ward
In the stillness of the morning gray,
A sound drifts softly far away.
Ancient bells begin to chime,
Whispering secrets lost in time.
Every note, a breath, a sigh,
Through the clouds, the echoes fly.
They call my name, I canât forget,
A song of love, of no regret.
Echoes of the bell,
Ringing through my soul,
Telling me the stories
Of the hearts they stole.
Every tone reminds me
Of the dreams we knewâ
The world grows old,
But my heart rings true.
Cobblestone streets and silver rain,
Carry the sound of joy and pain.
Each toll marks the passing years,
Each ring hides a trail of tears.
Still I stand beneath the sky,
Listening as they say goodbye.
But in that sound, I feel you near,
Your voice returns when bells appear.
Echoes of the bell,
Ringing through my soul,
Telling me the stories
Of the hearts they stole.
Every tone reminds me
Of the dreams we knewâ
The world grows old,
But my heart rings true.
Let the bells keep calling me,
Through the ages, endlessly.
In their song, I find my peace,
When all the echoes cease.