Far, far from here the church bells ring, As when I was a child, And there is one I dearly love Walks in the sunlight mild. To church she goes, and with her once I went, a little child. The church bells ring far, far away, The village streets are bright, The sunlight falls in slanting bars And fills the church with light. And I remember when I knelt Beside her, in delight. There's something lost, there's something lost, Some wisdom has beguiled! My heart has flown a thousand miles And in the sunlight mild I kneel and weep beside her there As she prays for her child. |