Mission Bells

When our final days have come and gone
Will you still remember me?
will the sorrow climb like silver clouds?
that rise up from the sea.
Rain falls on the hills of Santa Barbara
marching with the ghost of San Jose
Let the wind carry our sad goodbyes,
across the burning desert sand.
And return them as the songs of lovers,
in an old musician hand.
Play them when a promise has been broken
Play them when you’re filled with happiness
Play them when you’re crying in some cafe
Play them like your life is just been blessed.
Sing them when the rays of love surround you,
remember when a good love had to end
sing them on the steps of a new beginning
like the day that our wedding was at hand
We sang come on down to the sound of the mission bells
Come on down to the sound of the mission bells
Come on down to the sound of the mission bells
Come on down to the sound of the mission bells