歌詞

The little bell on the porch beam

Only speaks when spoken to

It hangs there patient all day long

Through all the heavy heat

And when the first night breeze arrives

It rings out small and sweet

Not thunder, not a trumpet call —

A sound you almost miss

The still small voice comes gently

The way the wind-bell rings

And if I sit here quiet enough

I hear the smallest things

One chime means "here's a little wind"

Two chimes mean "here's some more"

It's summer's smallest radio

Reporting from the shore

It saves its silver sentences

For when the air leans in

The still small voice comes gently

The way the wind-bell rings

And if I sit here quiet enough

I hear the smallest things

All day the big sounds took their turns

The kettle and the clock

But night belongs to smaller bells

And conversations soft

Mmm... mmm... mmm

The still small voice comes gently

The way the wind-bell rings

And if I sit here quiet enough

I hear the smallest things

The still small voice comes gently

The way the wind-bell rings

And if I sit here quiet enough

I hear the smallest things

The little bell on the porch beam

Says goodnight, ring by ring