The Bells of St. Sebastian from NINE
But the music of the ringing
Was the music of our singing
When we were singing Kyrie Eleison,
Kyrie Eleison, Kyrie Eleison.
Each day at lauds
Each night at vespers
From every tower the hour would be tolled
For those of us at St. Sebastian,
No longer young and not yet old.
"Smart! And into all those exotic mystiques -- The Kama Sutra and Chinese techniques. I hear she knows more than seventy-five. Call me tomorrow if you're still alive!"