In summertime on Bredon
The bells they sound so clear
Round both the shires they ring them
In steeples far and near
A happy noise to hear
Here of a Sunday morning
My love and I would lie
And see the coloured counties
And hear the larks so high
About us in the sky
The bells would ring to call her
In valleys miles away
Come all to church good people
Good people come and pray
But here my love would stay
And I would turn and answer
Among the springing thyme
Oh peal upon our wedding
And we will hear the chime
And come to church in time
But when the snows at Christmas
On Bredon top were strown
My love rose up so early
And stole out unbeknown
And went to church alone
They tolled the one bell only
Groom there was none to see
The mourners followed after
And so to church went she
And would not wait for me
The bells they sound on Bredon
And still the steeples hum
Come all to church good people
O noisy bells be dumb
I hear you I will come
