I hang high in the stone tower
Counting every lonely hour
Cold wind bites the Spanish hill
While the sleepy town stays still
Rusty chain and a heavy rope
Tied to every village hope
Mist descends on the cobbled street
Where the winter and mountain meet
Swing me wide and let it ring
Hear the heavy metal sing
Cold wind blows the valley white
Calling home the ghosts of night
Old men huddle by the door
Waiting for the wind to roar
I can feel the frozen air
Shaking through the village square
Swing me wide and let it ring
Hear the heavy metal sing
Cold wind blows the valley white
Calling home the ghosts of night
Ice is thick upon my skin
Let the winter storm begin
Iron heart and copper tongue
Songs of old are loudly sung
Fare is paid in a copper coin
Where the road and river join
I have seen a thousand years
Shedding heavy iron tears
Grey clouds wrap the steeple tight
Hiding every spark of light
North wind screams a jagged tune
Underneath a frozen moon
Swing me wide and let it ring
Hear the heavy metal sing
Cold wind blows the valley white
Calling home the ghosts of night
Bells ring out in the grey.
Ring me home today.