WHEN THE OLD CHURCH BELLS ARE RINGING.
Copyright, 1S92, by Willis Woodward & Co.
Words and Music by Bert C. Norman. Arranged by H. Hermanson.
I'm thinking to-night of other days, while without the winds are sighing,
Of the pleasant hours and by-gone joys, as I watch the embers dying;
In my ppor heart so filled with pain, where mem'ries fond are clinging;
The burning tears come down my cheeks when the old church bells are ringing.
When the old church bells are ringing, and the merry birds I hear;
With their gladsome voices singing, visions of the past return.
When the old church bells are ringing for the village folks to meet.
Then old time rolls backward, bringing forms and faces fondly sweet.
I'm viewing again the dear old scenes where we wandered oft together,
Or watched the midday sunbeams dance out upon the golden heather;
Or in some shady forest nook where happy birds are singing;
It comes before me like a dream when the old church bells are ringing.- Cho.