I hear the bells down in the canyon
It’s snow in 
New York, some blue 
DecemberI’m gone to the moon about you, girl
And I’m calling to you throughout the world
And well I can
Hear the bells are
Ringing joyful
And triumphant
And I canHear the bells are
Ringing joyful
And triumphant
I hear the bells, they are like emeralds, and
Glints in the night, commas and ampersands
Your moony face, so inaccessible
Your inner mind, so inexpressible
I canHear the bells are
Ringing joyful
And triumphant
And I canHear the bells are
Ringing joyful
And triumphant and
And I’m seeking girls in sales and marketing
Let’s go make out up in the balcony
Your business dress, so businesslike and 
I’mTossing the blouse over a chair-back and
And I canHear the bells are
Ringing joyful
And triumphant
And I canHear the bells are
Ringing joyful
And triumphant
And I canHear the bells are
Ringing joyful
And triumphant
And I canHear the bells are
Ringing joyful
And triumphant and
You snooze, you lose, well 
I have snoozed and lost
I’m pushing through, 
I’ll disregard the cost
I hear the bells, so fascinating and
I’ll slug it out, 
I’m sick of waiting
And I canHear the bells are
Ringing joyful
And triumphant
And I canHear the bells are
Ringing joyful
And triumphant
And I can, now
Hear the bells are
Ringing joyful
And triumphant
And I canHear the bells are
Ringing joyful
And triumphant
And I canHear the bells are
Ringing joyful
And triumphant and