In the old church tower

In the old church tower

Hangs the bell;

And above it on the vane,

In the sunshine and the rain,

Cut in gold, St. Peter stands,

With the keys in his claspt hands,

And all is well.

In the old church tower

Hangs the bell;

You can hear its great heart beat,

Ah! so loud, and wild, and sweet,

As the parson says a prayer

Over wedded lovers there,

And all is well.

In the old church tower

Hangs the bell;

Deep and solemn, hark! again,

Ah, what passion and what pain!

With her hands upon her breast,

Some poor Soul has gone to rest

Where all is well.

In the old church tower

Hangs the bell --

An old friend that seems to know

All our joy and all our woe;

It is glad when we are wed,

It is sad when we are dead,

And all is well!