The bells of st. mary,
ah, hear they are calling,
the young loves, the true loves,
that come from the sea.
And so my beloved,
when red leaves are falling,
the love bells shall ring out,
the love bells shall ring out,
the love bells shall ring out,
for you and me.
The bells of st. mary,
ah, hear they are calling,
the young loves, the true loves,
that come from the sea.
And so my beloved,
when red leaves are falling,
the love bells shall ring out,
the love bells shall ring out,
the love bells shall ring out,
for you and me.

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