.  .  .   Till  There  Was  You   .  .  .

There were bells on a hill,
But I never heard them ringing.
No, I never heard them at all,
Till there was you ...

There were birds in the sky,
But I never saw them winging.
No, I never saw them at all,
Till there was you ...

Then there was music and there were wonderful roses,
They tell me, in sweet fragrant meadows of dawn and you ...

There was love all around,
But I never heard it singing.
No, I never heard it at all,
Till there was you ...

There are bells on a hill,
And I always hear them ringing.
Yes, I always hear them now all,
For here are you ...

There are birds in the sky,
And I always see them winging.
Yes, I always see them now all,
For here are you ...

Here is gay music and here are wonderful roses,
I give you, in sweet fragrant meadows of dawn ... for you ...

There's gay love all around,
And I always hear it singing.
Yes, I always hear it now all,
For here are you ...