The Bell

The bell tolls

Hidden from noise and the cruel wind
A place of solace now I have found
My weary mind rests to the toll of
The bell of time to which we're bound

The bell keeps on tolling
On graves snow keeps falling

None can escape the hand of time always pushing on, not on this side of (life)
Life is a river without banks always flowing on, no way to get out and back (in)
In this place of remembrance, the silent graves tell the tale of how we used our (time)
Time in this place of deliverance, a memory marked by the tolling of the bell

Time will keep on turning
While our candle's burning

Time is a wind gaining speed and always rushing on, driving us forward like (snow)
Snow will keep falling on these stones oh so quietly, whispering of all that lies (within)
Within this place of remembrance, the silent graves tell the tale of how we used our (time)
Time in this place of deliverance, a memory marked by the tolling of the bell

Life is a river without banks always flowing on
Life is a clock without a key always ticking on