Every year i go banging,
on these blasted bells,
sometimes i wonder,
if I'm in a Chinese hell;
what, with all the ringing
that stays in my ears,
i wonder if i won't hear
it down through the years!
And yet, i think of the children,
the homeless that i've helped,
and i can't help feeling
a little proud of myself.
I think of the presents
kids never would have had,
and the tears i've seen streaming
from a mom or a dad.
Maybe it's a little silly,
but, i've made my choice.
I will serve the Salvation Army,
work hard, and rejoice.
And when i'm cold and tired,
i'll remember just one thing,
The fruits of my labors
make me glad I am a ding a ling!
