She approached the church
Crossed the road from her school
On the evening before the funeral
Quietly entering the cold building
To honour her friend and her God
As she sat for a time wondering in prayer
Whether it was fair, she should die so young
The bell tolls, the bell tolls
For whom does the bell toll
It tolls for Eimear and her friends
Floreen began to picture, her face
Remembering her sitting by her bedside
To read with her that book
That had taught her to live
With sadness, to keep company with grief
The bell tolls, the bell tolls
For whom does the bell toll
It tolls for Eimear and her friends
Then she opened the book
That she had brought with her
And silently began to read
In her memory
The bell tolls, the bell tolls
For whom does the bell toll
It tolls for Eimear and her friends
It tolls for Eimear and her friends
It tolls for Eimear and her friends
