Bells Of St. Mary's

	Sayer-Courtney
	He used to play mouth-organ in a folk club
	In a pub they call the Lady Jane
	Oh, the sounds as his friends and he would holler
	Songs of love and songs of pain.
	There wasn’t much that he could use his time for
	So he used to practice every day
	Play the mouth-organ blues and holler
	’Someday soon I’m gonna breakaway’.
	He used to listen to the bells of St. Mary’s
	As they would echo through those early days
	And sometimes even now he thinks that he still hears them
	Though they’re but a thousand miles away.
	And so he came into this crazy business
	And do you know the stars all fell his way ?
	And he became another of those rock and roll troubadours
	And threw that mouth-organ far away.
	And so he listens to the bells of St. Mary’s
	And so their echo haunts him every day
	So clear that he could reach out and touch them
	Although they’re but a thousand miles away
	Though they’re but a thousand miles away.

	SayerCourtney
	He used to play mouthorgan in a folk club
	In a pub they call the Lady Jane
	Oh, the sounds as his friends and he would holler
	Songs of love and songs of pain.
	There wasn' t much that he could use his time for
	So he used to practice every day
	Play the mouthorgan blues and holler
	' Someday soon I' m gonna breakaway'.
	He used to listen to the bells of St. Mary' s
	As they would echo through those early days
	And sometimes even now he thinks that he still hears them
	Though they' re but a thousand miles away.
	And so he came into this crazy business
	And do you know the stars all fell his way nbsp?
	And he became another of those rock and roll troubadours
	And threw that mouthorgan far away.
	And so he listens to the bells of St. Mary' s
	And so their echo haunts him every day
	So clear that he could reach out and touch them
	Although they' re but a thousand miles away
	Though they' re but a thousand miles away.