I heard all your reasons 
I heard all your plans 
I have seen the seasons 
Clutched up in your hands 
You're the one eyed feather 
You're the lion's mane 
Swear you've heard the weather 
Calling out your name 
There'll be no more winters 
There'll be no more spring and 
There'll be no more dinner bells 
Left for you to ring 
There'll be no more dinner bells 
Dinner bells to ring 
Maestro learns the music 
Musicians learn to dance 
There'll be no more trumpets 
There'll be no more flutes 
No more clapping hands 
I've heard all your reasons 
I've heard all your plans 
I heard of your treasons 
and I've heard all your pleas 
And i've made friends with the hang man 
So there'll be no more winter 
There'll be no more spring and 
There'll be no more dinner bells 
Left for you to ring 
There'll be no more dinner bells 
Dinner bells to ring 
There'll be no more dinner bells 
Dinner bells to ring 
There'll be no more dinner bells 
Dinner bells to ring