The Bellringer

look there, upon the hill
a solitary man.
he is the bell ringer,
i know his gait

listen sir, hear his trill
a fool out in the cold.
he sings love songs,
he sings of fate

turn away, my ears they fill
leave him to dance.
singer without understanding,
he never knew a mate

why then, does he have will
to sing alone?
not gone even now,
the day grows late.

he rings the bell for joy or ill
ringer singing on the hill
the bell must toll again until
God has given all his will.
to each there is a time and wait
so knows he, there must be a mate.