| In the sleepy town of San Juanita
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| There’s a story that a padre tells
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| Of a gay Senor and Senorita
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| And the serenade of the bells
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| Seems they asked the padre for permission
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| To be married early in the spring
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| But their folks had made just one condition
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| That the mission bells had to ring
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| Every one knew the bells were broken
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| And hadn’t sounded for a long, long time
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| Then one night, the village was astounded
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| For the bells began to chime
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| Still the bells are broken, goes the story
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| But if in your heart, a true love dwells
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| They will ring for you in all their glory
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| That’s the serenade of the bells
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| Every one knew the bells were broken
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| And hadn’t sounded for a long, long time
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| Then one night, the village was astounded
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| For the bells began to chime
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| Still the bells are broken, goes the story
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| But if in your heart, a true love dwells
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| They will ring for you in all their glory
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| That’s the serenade of the bells |