American Old Time Song Lyrics: 22 List To The Convent Bells
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 22
LIST TO THE CONVENT BELLS.
List! 'tis music stealing
Over the rippling sea;
Bright you moon is beaming
Over each tower and tree.
The waves seem list'ning to the sounds.
As silently they flow,
O'er coral groves and fairy ground,
And sparkling caves below.
List! 'tis music stealing
Over the rippling sea;
Bright yon moon is beaming
Over each tower And tree.
List! list! list! to the convent bells,
List to the convent bells.
Music sounds the sweetest
When on the moonlit sea.
We sail in our bark (the fleetest)
To a sweet melody.
Then as we're gently sailing,
We'll sing that plaintive strain,
Which mem'ry makes endearing,
And home recalls again.
List! 'tis music stealing
Over the rippling sea;
Bright yon moon is learning
Over each tower and tree.
List! list! list! to the convent tells,
List to the convent bells.