Dong, Dong, Dong.
Church bells ring
Dong, Dong, Dong.
Like ascending tones of tears
Dong, Dong, Dong.
Falling, falling, falling.
Dong, Dong, Dong.
Mourning,
For it seems morning
Will never come.
Dong, Dong, Dong.
Crying
Goes hand in hand with
Lying.
Dong, Dong, Dong.
I am fine
I do not weep.
Dong, Dong, Dong.
But the church bells
Echo inside my heart.
Dong, Dong, Dong.
Beating the march
Of my own demise.
Dong, Dong, Dong.
I am fine.
I will always mourn.
I am fine.
