One waits a lifetime to hear the joyful sound
Of music and church bells ringing around,
But though I’ve not had to wait so long
I find no pleasure in their melodious throng.
For I walk alone beneath their peals
Without your hand to hold,
And so those bells no pleasure yield
And would not were they made of pure gold.
Perhaps one day I’ll hear those bells
And on that day I’ll smile
For you’ll be listening to them as well,
And I will see you for a while.
Even if while in snow stand
You hold not my hand
I’ll see that you’re healthy and far from sad
And even if you are not mine that will still make me glad.
I hope you are well. I apologise for the late posting, but I was in a concert and forgot to schedule a post, so here is this slightly rushed one. However, I hope that you all enjoy it – and have a good Christmas.
The Hapless Noe-Romantic