Chimes

(1) The rose new-opening saith, And the dew of the morning saith, (Fallen leaves and vanished dew) Remember death. Ding dong bell Ding dong bell (2) May-moon thin and young In the sky, Ere you wax and wane I shall die; So my faltering breath, So my tired heart saith, That foretell me death. Ding-dong Ding-dong Ding-dong ding-dong bell (3) 'Thy gold hair likes me well And thy blue eyes,' he saith, Who chooses where he will And none may hinder - Death. At head and feet for candles Roses burning red, The valley lilies tolling For the early dead: Ding-dong ding-dong Ding-dong ding-dong Ding-dong ding-dong bell Ding-dong bell