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No. 21 - Song - Hana - "The Temple Bell"
| Hana: | Once there dwelt a little maiden In the shadow of a shrine, Where the scented air was laden With the fragrance of the pine; And the Temple Bell above her Grew to know her and to love her, So he told her all his secrets And she told him some of mine! Ah! dear old Temple Bell, Whose voice I loved so well, How we used to wake the echoes When the ev'ning shadows fell! For I'd watch you softly swing Till the purple hills would ring With the music, with the music of my Temple Bell! |
| Then the little maid grew taller, As a little maiden will, And the world began to call her From her Temple on the hill; But she passed it by unheeding, Till one day when Love came pleading; Then the shrine was left unguarded And the Temple Bell was still! Ah! dear old Temple Bell, Whose voice I loved so well, How we used to wake the echoes When the ev'ning shadows fell! For I'd watch you softly swing Till the purple hills would ring With the music, with the music of my Temple Bell! Ah, Ah! Ah! How we used to wake the echoes Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah! Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah! Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah! Ah, Ah! |
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Page modified 30 January 2017