Silver Bell 1910

James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 19 Oct 2004

Beneath the light of a bright starry night
sang a lonely little Indian maid:
"No lover's sweet serenade
has ever won me."
As in a dream, it would seem,
down the stream,
gaily paddling his tiny canoe,
a chieftain longing to woo
sang her this song.

Your voice is ringing, my Silver Bell,
under its spell I've come to tell you
of the love I am bringing
o'er hill and dell,
happy we'll dwell, my Silver Bell.

Your voice is ringing, my Silver Bell,
under its spell I've come to tell you
of the love I am bringing
o'er hill and dell,
happy we'll dwell, my Silver Bell.

For many moons, many moons,
many tunes woke the echoes
of the still Summer night,
As down the stream gleaming bright
they floated dreaming,
in his canoe, only two,
sat to woo, and they listened
to the sigh of the breeze,
that seemed to sing in the trees
this sweet refrain:

Your voice is ringing, my Silver Bell,
under its spell I've come to tell you
of the love I am bringing
o'er hill and dell,
happy we'll dwell, my Silver Bell.

Your voice is ringing, my Silver Bell,
under its spell I've come to tell you
of the love I am bringing
o'er hill and dell,
happy we'll dwell, my Silver Bell.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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Silver Bell 1910
Music by Percy Wenrich
Lyrics by Edward Madden
© MCMX by Jerome H. Remick & Co.
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sequence and karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Tuesday 19 October 2004 at 21.40
in association with Doug Grierson
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