Venus Hum. Big Beautiful Sky. The Bells. Zeneszám

I wait to hear the bells
The bells, the bells, the bells
Cup my hand around my ear to listen for them
The bells
I ache to hear the bells
The bells, the bells, the bells
Hold my breath, hold my chest-wait for them
The bells
I start to hum a tune, oh so softly hum a tune
One foot from the other, and the first it follows suit
Oh so slowly follows suit

I am taken by the sun!
The golden glorious sun!
Arms spread wide and my face toward the sky!
I am singing at the top of my lungs!
I am taken by the sun!

Near silent behind the trees I hear them now
The bells
They are ringing, I am singing with the bells
There is joy I cannot spell with dry words or letters
I can sing it very well and it comes out much better
I am singing very well of the joy I cannot say
Without the music of the bells

I am taken by the sun!
The golden glorious sun!
Arms spread wide and my face toward the sky!
I am singing at the top of my lungs!
I am taken by the sun!