In the sleepy town of San Juanita 
There's a story that the padre tells 
Of a gay senor and senorita 
And the serenade of the bells 

Seems they asked the padre for permission 
To be married early in the spring 
But their folks had just made one condition 
That the mission bells had to ring 

And hadn't sounded for a long long time 
Then one night the village was astounded 
For the bells began to chime 

Still the bells are broken, goes the story 
But if in your heart a true love dwells 
They will chime for you in all it's glory 
That's the serenade of the bells