The Bells of the Mission Santa Ysabel
The bells of
The Mission Santa Ysabel
Ring no more
To most parishioners still living
They never have rang in their lifetimes
Being stolen in 1925
The whereabouts of the bells are unknown
Yet it’s expected
That this was an inside job
And that the bells are holed up
Not very far away
Forgotten about in some old shed or barn
The parishioners pray
That this is true
That God will work a mid-level miracle
And see to the safe return of the bells
In 1700 Peter the Great
Of Russia
Melted down all of his homelands’
Church bells
To make cannons for warfare
They fired church bell cannon balls
Which killed people
Did they suffer a holy death
That granted them immediate entrance
Into the kingdom of Heaven
Was this the fate of the bells
Of the Mission Santa Ysabel
The bells
Of the Mission Santa Ysabel
Have remained silent
As to their whereabouts
And to what they may be mixed-up in
The hostage syndrome
They identify with their captors
And don’t try to escape
Who would steal church bells
What kind of a low-life would do such a thing
You would think that they would feel guilty
Every time they heard a church bell ring
Wracked with inconsolable guilt
And with every ding-dong
That ever reached their ears
For the rest of their lives
Cringing on Sundays
At the noon day
At quitting time
The bells
Of the Mission Santa Ysabel
Ring no more
For us
But for their captors
They ring all the time
Clanging out “Thief, thief, thief!”
It must be tough to hold up
Under that kind of condemnation
God must have a hand in this
He keeps the thieves names on His black list
Nothing good could ever come of this
Those bells are surely missed
There’s only one way to escape eternal damnation
Bring back the bells
Of the Mission Santa Ysabel
Buy your way out of hell
God’s not buying what you have to sell
And one can never tell
When things will no longer go so well
Someday the bells
Of the Mission Santa Ysabel
Will chime in joyous rapture
Across the Santa Ysabel Valley
Summoning parishioners to appear
And perhaps shed some tears
Over the long-awaited return of the bells
God being in his Heaven
And all being right with the world
The bells
Of the Mission Santa Ysabel
Don’t ring currently
But even a blind man can see
That God will put an end to this travesty
He will solve the mystery
The bells of the Mission Santa Ysabel
Will once again clang loudly
Ding, dong
No longer gone
The bells of the Mission Santa Ysabel
Will clang loudly
Over the Santa Ysabel Valley
God being in His Heaven
And all being right with the world
Ding
Dong
Ding
Dong
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