The Long Ryders - Bells Of August Lyrics

Who will hear the bells of August Who will answer to their call When will people know the answer Is not to answer them at all Neighbor gets his views from cheap TV news Words to keep us all apart Mother just wants her son back home again To heal her broken heart And they cannot hear What they will not hear Sweet cinnamon in the air Who will tell the mother and father The news from very far away After years of wait and worry The child is coming home today Once they fought for the illusion Many grudges from the past Now they're looking toward the future The child is coming home at last Who will hear the bells of August Who will answer to their call When will people know the answer Is not to answer them at all And they cannot hear What they will not hear Sweet cinnamon in the air