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 hangman 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