Forever swinging, always singing 
Laughing, pinging bells are ringing 
Very feeble in the steeple 
Stood the steeple with the people 
Staring always, living all days 
The fires blaze as the people raise 
Their heads high and look to the sky 
And sing out lie after lie after lie 
Forever praying, never laying 
Always saying, never paying 
No attention, none a Christian 
In the mission, all in tension 
Crying loudly, never proudly 
Always wildly, forever crowdy