Bell Moods

For rich and poor, for old and young, For one and all alike; From early morn, and all night long, We mark the time, And strike, To call the people churchward bound, For all to be on time; With reverend and solomn sound, To offer thanks, We chime, And for the fair, with songs and dance, With joy we start to swing; To bring the people in a trance, In joyous mood, We ring. But when we sorrow for a friend, A true and faithful soul; Whose parting brings us grief no end, In sympathy, We toll. And when the sun is setting West, And nature’s beauties bring A golden show ’r of peace and Rest, With heart and soul, We sing. Kamiel Lefévere