Snow-dogs and fisherman out in the surf Foaming white ocean and stars frozen shut The multitudes are singing again The bells are ringin' I hear 'em again I hear 'em again The bells are ringin' The multitudes are singin again "Don't worry, fisherman Go home and sleep. At least you have something, Have something to eat." "You're right," I said. "They'll come again. Tomorrow then. I'll cast my line, They'll take a bite, Resume the fight." Next day he stood again This time it hurt He's knees and his joints hurt But his mind hurt the worst The multitudes are singing again The bells are ringin' I hear 'em again I hear 'em again The bells are ringin' The multitudes are singin again