From the recording The Bells Of St. Mary's

Lyrics

The Bells of St. Mary’s

A storm came upon you
Your ship has gone down
You cry to the sun’s holy fire
And the bell of St. Mary’s
Are shining in the wind
Prophesy a cold surrender
And the bells float down
With autumn leaves in perfume flight
I hope you are gathered in this light
The bells of St. Mary’s
Toll most every hour
Everyone bows to the mighty sea
Whatever I am doing
And the bells start to ring
I just stop most everything
And the bells float down
With autumn leaves in perfume flight
I hope you are gathered in this light
And the bells float down
As if to hold back night
I hope you are gathered in this light