Read the short story which accompanies this song here:

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All instruments, mix and production by PS Perkins and R Thomas

LYRICS

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Fare thee well, on a bell, may I spill you a tear?

See the storm clouds approaching?

Hear the riders drawing near?

The bishop has sent forth all their bloodthirsty pawns

To capture your head, and to cast it to bronze, on a bell

Were you healing the sick? Were you raising the dead?

Won't you tell me, on a bell, what they'd want with your head?

Did you fly like a bird? Did you buzz like a bee?

Did you frolic with the faeries and talk to the trees?

On a bell, on a bell, from the woods where you dwell

Can you heal me on a bell, put me under your spell

On a bell, on a bell, ringing through your shady dell

Can you tell me, on a bell, who they're sending to hell?

On a bell.

Can you heal me on a bell, gaze deep in my soul

As we follow three hares down their dark and twisted holes?

And so, on a bell, as we go around again

The ending is where all beginnings begin

On a bell, on a bell, from the woods where you dwell

Can you heal me on a bell, put me under your spell

On a bell, on a bell, ringing through your shady dell

Can you tell me, on a bell, who they're sending to hell?

On a bell.