I've heard all your reasons   I've heard all your plans   I have seen the seasons   Bunched up in your hands   You're the one-eyed feather   You're the lion's mane   swear you've heard the weather   calling out your name      there will be no more winter   there will be no more spring and   there will be no more dinner bells   left for you to ring   there'll be no more dinner bells   dinner bells to ring.      Maestro learns the music   musicians learn to dance   they'll be no more trumpets   they're'll be no more flutes   no more clapping hands   I've heard all your reasons   I've heard all your plans   I've heard of your treasons   and I've heard all your pleas   and I've made friends with the big man      so there is no more winter   there is no more spring    and there are no more dinner bells   left for you to ring.   there are no more dinner bells   dinner bells to ring.   there are no more dinner bells   dinner bells to ring.   there are no more dinner bells   dinner bells to ring.