Gina Plain


Church Bells

</>The tolls of bells, in the valley they spread,
Calling people to come, come, come,
Loud, deep, like the Word of God at the altar read
The sound washes both the mind and soul
The Words are preached by the priest in white

The tolls of bells, in the valley they echo,
Calling people to come, come, come
Soft, hollow, like the sound of a departing soul

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