Writers: Leo Sayer & David Courtney
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he used to play mouth organ
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in a folk club they called the lady jane
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all the sounds as his friends and he would holler
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songs of love and songs of pain
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there wasn't much that he could use his time for
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so he used to practice everyday
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and play the mouth organ the blues and hard luck
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someday soon I'm gonna break away
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he used to listen to the bells of st marys
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as they would echo through those early days
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and sometimes even now he thinks that he still hears them
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although they're but a thousand miles away
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and so he came into this crazy business
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and do you know the stars all fell his way
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and he became another rock and roll troubador
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and threw the mouth organ far away
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and so he listens to the bells of st marys
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and so their echo haunts him every day
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so clear that he could reach out and touch them
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although they're but a thousand miles away
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although they're but a thousand miles away
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The Bells of St. Marys
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| Leo Sayer |
