The Chapel Bell

So many miles I've trod
with thumb 'sack and smile,
and hardly ever wished would God  
ease those long lone miles.
 
Up the hill and down the dale
I've hared humming some happy tune,
and hardly ever wished it shared
in daylight or at night's moon.
 
Well, the morning of my life has gone
sole and smile worn thin,
and the crooning of my song
turned to lamenting.
 
To retrace my step to where you dwell
ah, if only it could be so,
but I heard the ringing chapel bell
peal to me to go...