When I was a little boy, I'd wake up on a Sunday morning and hear the ringing of the bells,
And I remember how good it made me feel inside,
It was like the Lord was saying, "Good morning, all is well,"
And I'd get dressed in a hurry and say, "Mama can you take me to where they're ringing the bells?"

Hear the ringing of the bells,
Hear the ringing of the bells,
Ain't it like a voice that's calling you home after being gone so long?
If you hear that ringing in your heart, then you'll know where you belong.

I spent my days at school chasing all those young man's dreams,
Now we can fall under that spell,
And you'd best be mindful of what you keep or leave behind,
I turned to find I didn't know myself so well,
But I woke up one morning and, oh, my heart was aching, and I heard the ringing of the bells.

Hear the ringing of the bells,
Hear the ringing of the bells,
Ain't it like a voice that's calling you home after being gone so long?
Yeah, if you hear that ringing in your heart, then you'll know where you belong.

I can hear them ringing, yeah,
Ringing, ringing, ringing,
Now I can hear them ringing in my soul.

Hear the ringing of the bells,
The ringing of the bells,
Ain't it like a voice that's calling you home after being gone so long?
Hear the ringing of the bells,
Hear the ringing of the bells,
Ain't it like a voice that's calling you home after being gone so long?
If you hear that ringing in your heart, then you'll know it can't be wrong.

And you'll know where you belong.