Song – Bells of St Michaels

Cobble stone street
By an old carriage house
Walking and whispering and looking through windows
See how they live, don’t know the reason
We wander the night, both of us searching
together for something to give

While the bells, while the bells
While the bells of Saint Michaels are ringing

We sit on the swings
In a back pocket park
Watching the streetlights mercury golden shimmer and glisten
Footsteps of strangers inhabit the night
Sometimes like strangers trapped in their silence
We sit there and listen

Holding your hand like the most precious thing
That ever I touched in my life

While the bells, while the bells
While the bells of Saint Michaels are ringing

Lovers in Old Town
At least so I hear
Discover the secret of weaving together their pleasures and tears
Saint Michaels’ steeple looks down from above
Finding each other and coming together
Forever in love

While the bells, while the bells
Why the bells of Saint Michaels are ringing

Words & music by Bob Gibson and Michael Smith
© 1982 Robert Josiah Music