THE BELLS OF BEUZEC
I hear the bells of Beuzec ringingIn early dawns, and cuckoos singing,—Lying awake, and thinking—thinking—And all the sounds of dawn a-drinkingIn, besides the cuckoo's song,Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo.
Lying awake, and yet a-dreaming,—The chimes of Paradise a-seemingOn these sweet dawns so very near,—The bells a-chiming far and clearIn Beuzec with the cuckoo's song,Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo.
Through trills of others birds a-singing,Yes, even while the chimes are ringingI hear the pulse beat all along inHeart throbs in the cuckoo's songIn Beuzec, in the cuckoo's song,Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo.
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