Staring at the shoreline
wishing for some hope
the weight of empty fishing nets

is more than twisted rope
And underneath stern faces
they wait with baited breath

with broken hearts from hoping
while casting out their nets
See the figure on the shore

He speaks His words like plain men sing
His hands they still have holes in them
glory to the King


Chorus:
Can you hear the bells are ringing

far, far, away?
Can you hear the voices singing
far, far, away?

I know that one day soon a song shall rise
you’ll hear it with the sleep still in your eyes


And Peter was a liar
a traitor just like me
and Judas was a hypocrite

and Paul a Pharisee
When truth can be so distant
and hope evades our reach

Peter swam across the water
and found it on the beach


I hear they’ll hang you upside down
stretched across two boards
for hearing distant voices

and crossing to the Lord