Cathedral
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| The Wayfarers | LPM2735 |
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I was young and wandered far,
My young years for to bide,
The dearest thing I ever knew
Were bells at morning tide.
The silver bells, the golden bells,
The bells of far and near.
I wish that I were young again,
That I again might hear,
Orleans.
A maid of raven hair and eyes,
Once loved me in a night.
Her breasts were milk and honey sweet,
Her voice was heaven's light.
Cathedral bells sang soft a song
To knell our night of love.
'Tis often I can hear them still,
The gentle ringing of
Beaugency
She begged me stay and keep our love,
She begged me keep it long;
But I was born for wandering,
She could not keep me long.
For seas there are to conquer on,
And lands there are to find,
Bells there are to hear and love
And then to leave behind
Notre Dame.
We warred upon the seas of green,
We warred on lands of gold;
And war can make a young man wise
And make a wise man old.
The sword it thirsts to drink of man,
The sword at last must win.
Today is gone and yesterday
Must echo in the wind.
De Cléry
O death is not the worst of things
And life is not the best;
But a man should be at home at last
When his time has come to rest.
Come bear me gently homeward
To my land of bells and love.
Come lay me in the valley,
Let me hear the ringing of
Orleans,
De Cléry
Notre Dame
De Cléry
Ahhhhhhhhhh
Orleans
