Wind Chimes Bells

Wind chimes bells
which wind chimes bells
what can tell
which wind chimes the bells

Tonight the wind flows through me
and past my naked face
it draws on my soul
to join its ceaseless race

The wind that cuts through rock and stone
blows hard through me tonight
The wind that gnaws me to the bone
pulls at me with its might

Tonight the wind flows through my eyes
and haunts my restless soul
to wake my mind and escape from thoughts
that hold me to this role

The wind that can be quiet to rustle a leaf
or ring a little bell
with a breath can rile an ocean wave
from a ripple to a heaving swell

Which wind is it that calls to me
to take me from my home
Which wind is it that calls to me
and makes me feel alone?

Is it the wind that fills a fledgling's wings
and gently urges it on to flight
or is it the wind that can roar like hell
and rip destruction through the night?

The wind that persuades by ringing a bell
and summons by smoke from the fire
does not have to beg to me
it knows what I desire

But is the wind that rings the bell
and tempts by smoke from the fire
a wind that gusts from hell
or the wind of God's desire?

Whether the wind is pulling me
or pushing me to go
it does not have to beg
it knows I want to go

I know the wind is calling me
I know it knows, I know
The wind does not have to beg
It knows I want to go

Wind chimes bells
which wind chimes bells?
Who can tell
which wind chimes the bells?