Little Bell. Little town. They dragged you from your little house. Tied you up, but you were never bound. Can you imagine how sweet the sound? Can you fathom how sweet the sound? Little thoughts, little plans, make their way into the hearts of men. Who one day will bow to the servant’s hand. Can you imagine how sweet the sound? Can you fathom how sweet the sound? Little hate in little men. Were scared to death of your love so big. They hung you up and burned your flesh where you imagined how sweet the sound. Can you fathom how sweet the sound? Every breath I take from you I’m calling out your name. The love I have inside my soul is dancing like the flame. I told you once and I’m never gonna change. Time never stops and my voice will always sing. Little hearts and little hands are stronger than the armies of hell. Love is strength and peace will reign. Can you imagine how sweet the sound? Can you fathom how sweet the sound?