Sam Cooke — The Bells of St. Mary

The bells of St. Mary's I hear they are calling The young loves, the true loves Who come from the sea And so my beloved When red leaves are falling The love bells are shell Ring out, ring out For you and me The bells of St. Mary's I hear they are calling The young loves, the true loves Who come from the sea And so my beloved When red leaves are falling The love bells shell Ring out, ring out For you and me