The tower stands deserted
It looms over the plains
Where once there was a village
Nothing but this remains
A mute, imposing monolith
With lonely tales to tell
For there are few things sadder than
A tower with no bell
The tower stands deserted
It looms over the plains
Where once there was a village
Nothing but this remains
A mute, imposing monolith
With lonely tales to tell
For there are few things sadder than
A tower with no bell