THE CHIMES WRITTEN BY DAVID PILGRIM / SWINGPIN SONGS/ BMI ©2003 SWINGPIN INC. WARNING: ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
UNAUTHORIZED DUPLICATION IS A VIOLATION OF APPLICABLE LAWS.

V.1.
I see you with my godchild
in your hand
And you seen me
with naught but air in mine

CHORUS
And I can hear the chimes
And I can hear the chimes

V.2.
Four tiny hands
Around Coca-Cola bottle
They called it school
But all we did was Lime

CHORUS
And I can hear the chimes
And I can hear the chimes

V.3
The runaway puts an end
To your world traveling
At the arrival gate
I greet you first in line

CHORUS
And I can hear the chimes
And I can hear the chimes

V.4.
I am guardian
Of your tiny wedding bangle
The limousine leaves
The little church behind

CHORUS
And I can hear the chimes
And I can hear the chimes

V.5.
Vibrations falling
From the old turntable
The music conjured dreams
Within our minds

CHORUS
And we can hear the chimes
And we can hear the chimes

V.6.
Your son is about as old
As when we met
But it seems as though
He's been here all the time

CHORUS
And I can hear the chimes
And I can hear the chimes

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