D
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Hear the sledges with the bells
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G D
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Silver bells
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What a world of merriment
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C D
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Their melody foretells
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C Em A
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How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle
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C Em A
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In the icy air of night
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C Em A
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All the heavens seem to twinkle
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C Em A
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With a crystalline delight
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D Bm
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Keeping time, time, time
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F#m A
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With a sort of Runic rhyme
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D
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From the tintinnabulation
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C D
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That so musically wells
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D G D A7 D G D
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From the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells
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G A7 D
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From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells
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Hear the mellow wedding bells
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Golden bells
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What a world of happiness
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Their harmony foretells
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Through the balmy air of night
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How they ring out their delight
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Through the dances and the yells
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And the rapture that impels
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How it swells
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How it dwells
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On the future
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How it tells
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From the swinging and the ringing of the molten golden bells
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Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells
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Of the rhyming and the chiming of the bells
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Hear the loud alarum bells
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Brazen bells
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What a tale of terror now
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Their turbulency tells
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Much too horrified to speak
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Oh, they can only shriek
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For all the ears to know
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How the danger ebbs and flows
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Leaping higher, higher, higher
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With a desperate desire
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In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire
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With the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells
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With the clamor and the clanging of the bells
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Hear the tolling of the bells
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Iron bells
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What a world of solemn thought their monody compels
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For all the sound that floats
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From the rust within our throats
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And the people sit and groan
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In their muffled monotone
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And the tolling, tolling, tolling
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Feels a glory in the rolling
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From the throbbing and the sobbing
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Of the melancholy bells
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Oh, the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells
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Oh, the moaning and the groaning of the bells.
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The Bells
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| Phil Ochs |
