When I was a little boy, I'd wake up on a Sunday morning and hear the ringing of the bells,
And I remember how good it made me feel inside,
It was like the Lord was saying, "Good morning, all is well,"
And I'd get dressed in a hurry and say, "Mama can you take me to where they're ringing the bells?"
Hear the ringing of the bells,
Hear the ringing of the bells,
Ain't it like a voice that's calling you home after being gone so long?
If you hear that ringing in your heart, then you'll know where you belong.
I spent my days at school chasing all those young man's dreams,
Now we can fall under that spell,
And you'd best be mindful of what you keep or leave behind,
I turned to find I didn't know myself so well,
But I woke up one morning and, oh, my heart was aching, and I heard the ringing of the bells.
Hear the ringing of the bells,
Hear the ringing of the bells,
Ain't it like a voice that's calling you home after being gone so long?
Yeah, if you hear that ringing in your heart, then you'll know where you belong.
I can hear them ringing, yeah,
Ringing, ringing, ringing,
Now I can hear them ringing in my soul.
Hear the ringing of the bells,
The ringing of the bells,
Ain't it like a voice that's calling you home after being gone so long?
Hear the ringing of the bells,
Hear the ringing of the bells,
Ain't it like a voice that's calling you home after being gone so long?
If you hear that ringing in your heart, then you'll know it can't be wrong.
