Gone the BellsnGone the Bells all the morning bellsnGone the BellsnGone the Bells all the morning nnOrange line, orange line, passing the line.nOh the dream, on a dream, oh what a beautiful thingnnI was looking for your heartnThrough the flowers in the parknOh the flowers in the parknOh the flowers in the parknnOh the chickens at the moonnAlways shaking in the darknAlways shaking in the darknI'm a chicken in the darknnGone the BellsnGone the Bells all the morning bellsnGone the BellsnGone the Bells all the morning bellsnnOrange line, orange line, passing the line.nOh the dream, on a dream, oh what a beautiful thingnnI was looking for your heartnThrough the gutters in the parknOh the lovers in the parknOh the lovers in the parknI was talking to myselfnAbout the flowers in the parknOh the flowers in the parknOh the flowers in the parknnI was looking for your heartnthrough flowers in the park,nall the flowers in the parknI was looking for your heartnthrough the flowers in the parknall the flowers in the park, oh the flowers in the park