Bells - Bert Jansch

Your love was like a child Upon a rockin' horse The colour black who rides Thro' a forest of dreams and laughs At the evils that cannot be seen Yet like the age

I listen to the words that whisper in my ear I've heard the words of anger I know the words of fear But are whispered in the shadows The only word of freedom An

Oh ring-a-ding Oh ring-a-ding Little bird Oh ring-a-ding Oh ring-a-ding Little bird Oh ring-a-ding Oh ring-a-ding Little bird How silly sound the rain drops Are

Oh my babe Oh my baby oh my babe Oh my baby oh my babe The words of sorrow Fill the air Haunt the path That I walk Oh my baby oh my babe Oh my baby dres