DESCRIPTION:
I hear the bells down in the canyon,
It's snow in New York some blue December,
And I'm going to the moon about you, girl, and I'm
Calling to you throughout the world and well...

I can hear the bells are ringing joyful and triumphant and
I can hear the bells are ringing joyful and triumphant and...

I hear the bells; they are like emeralds, and
Glints in the night; commas and ampersands.
Your moony face; so inaccessible.
Your inner mind; so inexpressible.

I can hear the bells are ringing joyful and triumphant and
I can hear the bells are ringing joyful and triumphant and...

I'm seeking girls in sales and marketing.
Let's go make out up in the balcony.
Your business dress; so businesslike and I'm
Tossing the blouse over a chairback and...

I can hear the bells are ringing joyful and triumphant and
I can hear the bells are ringing joyful and triumphant and...

You snooze, you lose.
Well I have snost and lost.
I'm pushing through.
I'll disregard the cost.
I hear the bells, so fascinating and
I'll slug it out; I'm sick of waiting.