A long way off, the silver bell
Begins to toll its silver knell.
The tones rise on the wind and carry.
They urge the listener to tarry.
They cross the green lawn, rising, singing.
All can hear the bell now ringing
Louder with each tolling note,
Brighter with the rising hope.
Soon the song will bless the land
From far off to wherever you stand.
Hear it ring, that silver bell,
Promising all will be well.