The Bells Phil Ochs Music by Phil Ochs Lyrics by Edgar Allen Poe Hear the sl[D]edges with the bells, s[G]ilver b[D]ells, what a world of merriment their m[C]elody foret[D]ells ! How they t[C]inkle, t[Em]inkle, t[A]inkle in the [C]icy [Em]air of n[A]ight, all the h[C]eavens s[Em]eem to t[A]winkle with a c[C]rystall[Em]ine deli[A]ght. Keeping t[D]ime, time, t[Bm]ime with a [F#m]sort of runic r[A]hyme, from the [D]tintinnabulation that so m[C]usically w[D]ells. From the b[D]ells, b[G]ells, b[D]el (guitaretab.com)