I heard all your reasons

I heard all your plans

I have seen the seasons

Clutched up in your hands

You're the one eyed feather

You're the lion's mane

Swear you've heard the weather

Calling out your name

There'll be no more winters

There'll be no more spring and

There'll be no more dinner bells

Left for you to ring

There'll be no more dinner bells

Dinner bells to ring

Maestro learns the music

Musicians learn to dance

There'll be no more trumpets

There'll be no more flutes

No more clapping hands

I've heard all your reasons

I've heard all your plans

I heard of your treasons

and I've heard all your pleas

And i've made friends with the hang man

So there'll be no more winter

There'll be no more spring and

There'll be no more dinner bells

Left for you to ring

There'll be no more dinner bells

Dinner bells to ring

There'll be no more dinner bells

Dinner bells to ring

There'll be no more dinner bells

Dinner bells to ring