The bells of St. Mary's,
Ah! here they are calling,
The young loves, and the true loves,
That come from the sea ...

And so my beloved,
When The red leaves are falling,
The love bells shall ring out, yes ring out,
For you, yes you and me!

The bells of St. Mary's,
Ah! here they are calling,
The young loves, and the true loves,
That come from the sea ...

And so my beloved,
When the red leaves are falling,
The love bells shall ring out, yes ring out,
For you and me!