Name: In A Forest Of Bells (Spoken Version)
Duration: 1 min 1 s
Channel: Graeme Cammack
Description: "In A Forest Of Bells (Spoken Version)" is a song by Born Poets. A poem about and old man wandering through an enchanted forest where bells grow on trees.

In A Forest Of Bells (Spoken Version)

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A poem about and old man wandering through an enchanted forest where bells grow on trees.

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Born Poets

Born Poets is a poetry forum with emphasis on respectful but thorough critique. Until now, we were limited to the written word but it was decided that it would be both helpful and entertaining if we could also hear each other's poems as well as reading them, so we have set up this page for our members who wish to have their poems heard as well as read. It's not impossible that some of the poems will be accompanied by music too, as many of aour mmembers are also musicians. If you like what you hear on this site and want to find out more, please feel free to visit our forum at http://bornpoets.proboards23.com/ If you're a poet yourself and would like to share your works with us and maybe have your poem featured on this page, please feel free to joins us, we always welcome new members. But please bear in mind, this is a critique based forum and whilst our critiques are always friendly, respectful and thoughtful, it's not the place for you if you don't want critique on your poems. But we're a friendly, if slightly mad, bunch and there's always room for one more!

Song Info

Genre

Podcasts • Poetry

Charts

Peak #54

Peak in subgenre #7

Author

Graeme Cammack

Rights

2006 G.Cammack

Uploaded

November 15, 2006

Track Files

MP3

MP3 0.4 MB • 56 kbps • 1:01

Lyrics

In A Forest Of Bells

In a shady magic wood
where bells grow on the lofty trees
and chimes and rings can oft be heard
on wings of summer's silken breeze,
I call your name upon the wind 
and wonder will you answer me?

I came here often as a child;
the bells to hear, sweet air to breathe
and in the babbling silver stream
my feet to cool, my woes to ease.
I called your name upon the wind
and wondered would you answer me?

And now I'm old my silver hair
is ruffled like the dappled leaves,
but magic still enchants the wood
and still the bells ring in the trees;
I call your name upon the the wind
and whispering, you answer me.

© 2006 G.Cammack

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