Field 2 (Quiet Still)

Well, the bell is ringing low
Through the valleys and the hills
No one really knows
Why it trills

And I met you there by the steeple
Of course that bell was ringing the
It rings now, but only in my head
And that is why I wish I was dead

Girl, I miss you
It's true
I said I miss you

One fine day all my pain will be washed away
In a flood
In a flood of love

Well, the bells are ringing
Through the valleys and hills, yeah
I once heard them ring for you
But now they're quiet
Quiet still