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

o 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 for so long

If you hear that ringing in your heart

Then you'll know where you belong



I spend my days at school

Chasing all those young man's dreams

Now we can fall under that spell

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

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 for so long

If you hear that ringing in your heart

Then you'll know where you belong



I can hear them ringing

Ringing, ringing, ringing

I can hear them ringing in my soul



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 for so long

If you hear that ringing in your heart

Then you'll know where you belong