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In the sleepy town of San Juanita,
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There's a story that a padre tells,
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Of a gay senor and senorita,
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And the serenade of the bells.
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Seems they asked the padre for permission
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To be married early in the spring,
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But their folks had made just one condition
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That the mission bells had to ring.
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Ev'ry one knew the bells were broken,
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And hadn't sounded for a long, long time.
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Then one night the village was astounded
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For the bells began to chime!
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Still the bells are broken, goes the story
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But if in your heart a true love dwells
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They will ring for you in all their glory,
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That's the serenade of the bells.
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Serenade Of The Bells
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| Jo Stafford |
