Staring at the shoreline
  wishing for some hope
  the weight of empty fishing nets
  is more than twisted rope
  And underneath stern faces
  they wait with baited breath
  with broken hearts from hoping
  while casting out their nets
  See the figure on the shore
  He speaks His words like plain men sing
  His hands they still have holes in them
  glory to the King
    [Chorus:]
  Can you hear the bells are ringing
  far, far, away?
  Can you hear the voices singing
  far, far, away?
  I know that one day soon a song shall rise
  you'll hear it with the sleep still in your eyes
    And Peter was a liar
  a traitor just like me
  and Judas was a hypocrite
  and Paul a Pharisee
  When truth can be so distant
  and hope evades our reach
  Peter swam across the water
  and found it on the beach
    I hear they'll hang you upside down
  stretched across two boards
  for hearing distant voices
  and crossing to the Lord.