List, to the Convent Bells!

List! \u27tis Music stealing,Over the rippling Sea,Bright yon Moon is beaming,Over each Tow\u27r and Tree. List! \u27tis Music stealing,Over the rippling Sea,Bright yon Moon is beaming,Over each Tow\u27r and TreeThe waves seem list\u27ning to the sound,As silently they flow. O\u27er coral groves, and fairy ground,And sparkling eaves below List! \u27tis Music stealing, Over the rippling sea,Bright yon Moon is beaming,Over each Tow\u27r and Tree. List! List! List! to the Convent Bells,List! List! List! to the Convent Bells. Music sounds the sweetest,When on the moonlit Sea,We sail in our Bark (the fleetest)To a sweet melody. Music sounds the sweetest,When on the moonlit sea,We sail in out Bark (the fleetest)To a sweet melody,Then as we\u27re gently sailing,We\u27ll sing the plaintive strain,Which mem\u27ry makes endearing, And Home recalls again. List! \u27tis Music stealing,Over the rippling sea, Bright yon Moon is beaming, Over each Tow\u27r and Tree,List! List! List! to the Convent Bells;List! List! List! to the Convent Bells