All around, there's the sound of the midsummer night, Bells in the air are ringing ev'rywhere. I rush to answer in hopes that it's he, But no, the call's not for me. Here alone I can only imagine the sight. Me on the town, in some bewitching gown. But I just wait at the end ot the line, Bells are ringing The bells keep ringing, Oh why, Oh why can't the next call be mine?
