Plants doff their flowers Stalks speared to the sun Respecting the hours Church chimed three.. two... one... Ringing out brave In a tall chimney spire The bells cupboard caged Still drown out the choir The floorboards beneath Creak side to side Pine pressed a green Hinting a thyme Cursed under the shadow Of bells burned a bronze Whilst ropes hang a gallow And chimes ding a dong Sleep... sleep... sleep... The candlestick fields Reap.. reap.. reap The scythe of the bells