I'm wounded by dust Where I've been lately is no concern of yours Who's been touching my skin Who have I been letting Shy and tired-eyed am I today When the bell toll, when the bell gon' chime You better call for your woman up high And when the bell

I greet you With a song in my heart I behold your adorable face. Just a song at the start But it soon is a hymn to your grace. When the music swells I'm touching you hand It tells that you're standing near, and At the sound of your voice