Staring at the shoreline  wishing for some hope  the weight of empty fishing nets  is more than twisted rope  And underneath stern faces  they wait with baited breath  with broken hearts from hoping  while casting out their nets  See the figure on the shore  He speaks his words like plain men sing  His hands they still have holes in them  Glory to the King    Can you hear the bells are ringing  far, far, away?  Can you hear the voices singing  far, far, away?    And Peter was a liar  a traitor just like me  and Judas was a hypocrite  and Paul a Pharisee  When truth can be so distant  and hope evades our reach  Peter swam across the water  and found it on the beach    Can you hear the bells are ringing  far, far away?  Can you hear the voices singing   far, far, away?  Can you hear the bells are ringing  far, far away?  Can you hear the voices singing  far, far away?  I know that one day soon a song shall rise  you’ll hear it with the sleep still in your eyes    I hear they’ll hang you upside down  stretched across two boards  for hearing distant voices  and crossing to the Lord.    Can you hear the bells are ringing  far, far away?  Can you hear the voices singing   far, far, away?  Can you hear the bells are ringing  far, far away?  Can you hear the voices singing  far, far away?  I know that one day soon a song shall rise  you’ll hear it with the sleep still in your eyes