The bells ofSt. Mary's. Ah! hear they are calling. The young loves, the true loves. Who come from the sea And so, my beloved. When red leaves are falling. The love bells shall ring out. Ring
The Bells ofSt. Mary's. Ah, hear they are calling. The young loves, the true loves. Who come from the sea. . And so my beloved. When red leaves are falling. The love bells shall ring out
The bells. OfSt. Mary's. Ah. Here they. Are calling. The young loves. And the true loves. That come. From the sea. . And so my beloved. When the red leaves. Are falling. The love bells
