Sunday Bells

Where is my head now?

Princesses castles and the sound

Of Sunday bells

At the end of the road along which we once wound

And is it too late now?

I see the swallows fly south

And I hear the bells

At the end of the road along which we once wound

And if I had a choice

It was made and made void

By the sound of the bells

Yeah

And if I had a choice

It was made and made void

By the sound of the

Sound of the bells

New years roll round

Setting suns and empty clouds

And I can still be found

On the side of the road along which we once wound

Where is my head now?

Princesses castles and the sound

Of Sunday bells

At the end of the road along which we once wound