Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Doorbells Are Ringing, artist - Sun Kil Moon.
Date of issue: 03.10.2022
Song language: English
The Doorbells Are Ringing |
The last little fledgling flew away |
From outside my window |
Doves nested throughout the seasons kept me company all year |
Oh, how I hated to see my last little friend go |
And my friend’s little brother died |
He left a widow and three children behind |
Covid is taking so, so many |
As if last year it didn’t take plenty |
Yesterday was nice, driving down the one |
Past Pacifica and Farmer John’s Pumpkin Farm |
Past |
and Roosevelt Beach |
Was nice going down memory lane |
Seeing signs for Redwood City |
And |
and Frenchman’s Creek |
And Poplar and Moss Beach |
On the way to Pescadero, craving green chili soup |
The windows down, the wind is blowing |
It feels so nice to be with you |
We used to always drive down the one |
When we first met, oh, how it’s been so long |
Driving along the Pacific Ocean to the west |
Things feel so new again |
I’m rediscovering my love for you |
Two years off has given me a brand new |
Perspective and a brand new view |
Being home’s been an adventure |
Miracles happen: my home in the woods didn’t catch fire |
And my place in New Orleans didn’t get flooded by Ida |
And I’m walking more than ever |
I’m thinking with my head, feeling good things in my heart |
It’s like a brand new start, your long black hair |
Is as beautiful as ever |
And your dark brown eyes are like jewelry |
Your wisdom, a deep treasure |
When we got to Pescadero, the electric was out |
But we had a laugh about, it was nice to get out |
It was a nice drive home, taking in the views to the left and the right |
It was nice getting home and making love to you at night |
To feel your soft skin, to taste your sweet lips |
We’ve got to take more, more of these road trips |
The Monterey cypresses along the ocean |
The little coastal towns, the redwoods, the craftsmen’s, the stucco ranch style |
houses |
The tidepools, the seagull rocks, the fishing gear |
Guys fishing for salmon and stripers |
I wanna live the rest of my life with you here |
Every night I dream of the last little fledgling |
Every night I dream, you say I wake up singing |
I hear the doorbells ringing, the doorbells are ringing |
The doorbells are ringing |
Every night I dream of the last little fledgling |
Every night I dream, you say you hear me singing |
I hear the doorbells ringing, the doorbells are ringing |
The doorbells are ringing |