I've heard all your reasons
I've heard all your plans
I have seen the seasons
Bunched up in your hands
you're the one-eyed mother
you're the lion's mane
swear you've heard the weather
calling out your name

there will be no more winter
there will be no more spring and
there will 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
they'll be no more trumpets
they're'll be no more flutes
no more clapping hands
I've heard all your reasons
I've heard all your plans
I've heard of your treasons
and I've heard all your pleas
and I've made friends with the big man

so there is no more winter
there is no more spring
and there are no more dinner bells
left for you to ring.
there are no more dinner bells
dinner bells to ring.
there are no more dinner bells
dinner bells to ring.
there are no more dinner bells
dinner bells to ring.