Dm G
C'mon, kind sir, let's walk outside
D
And breathe the autumn air
Dm
See the many that have lived and died
G Em
See the unending golden stair
F Em
See all of us that have come behind
F
Clutching at your hem
G F
All the way from Arkansas
G
To your sweet and last amen
[Chorus]
Dm G
Let the bells ring
Dm
He is the real thing
G
Let the bells ring
Dm
He is the real, real thing
[Instrumental]
Dm G x2
[Verse 2]
Dm D Dm G
Take this deafening thunder down
Dm
Take this bread and take this wine
G
Your passing is not what we mourn
Em
But the world you left behind
F Em
Well, do not breathe, nor make a sound
F
And behold your mighty work
G F
That towers over the uncaring ground
G
Of a lesser, darker world
[Chorus]
Dm G
Let the bells ring
Dm
He is the real thing
G
Let the bells ring
Dm
He is the real, real thing
[Instrumental]
Dm G x3
[Verse 3]
Dm G
There are those of us not fit to tie
Dm
The laces of your shoes
G
Must remain behind to testify
Em
Through an elementary blues
F Em
So, let's walk outside, the hour is late
F
Through your crumbs and scattered shells
G F
Where the awed and the mediocre wait
G
Barely fit to ring the bells
[Chorus]
Dm G
Let the bells ring
Dm
He is the real thing
G
Let the bells ring
Dm
He is the real, real thing
[Otro]
Dm G x2
Dm