The Bells of St Peter and Paul street

 There's a lot of to and fro in the tower

Where they ring the bells of the power

They ring them for freedom

They ring for the kingdom

They ring them for heaven

And the might

There's a lot of up and downs

In the bottoms

It's as if some borough

Had turned rotten

Still they ring them old bells

And the people know full well

That ballot paper's not been forgotten

They go back and forth down the street

All the shades of Eden in relief

The colours of colour blind

When you look inside your mind

You can see some kind of grief

Oh but then you hear the bells

In the church rung

Soft like mercy's rains

That soothe the day's pains

And you remember your belief

The Bells of St Peter and Paul's street