Though the town is near The people don't hear Naught but the birds sing But on the wind (Whispered) Ding a ling In the cold of night Til the sun shines bright It's soon God willing And the sound goes on (Whispered) Ding a ling Slowly losing my breath Not much time left Can barely pull the string Maybe one last time (Whispered) Ding a ling As the years passed on The old markers are gone Maybe old echos ring The winds of the past (Whispered) Ding a ling In the pouring rains They dug up my remains They figured out one thing I was still alive But no one ever heard (Whispered) Ding..........a........ ling