Carillon Canticle

I'll tell the story of the shun young five men They made a ruckus again and again Cuz every morning in their small town They sung and played and shouted too loud The same song every day and every night A joyful melody, glad and bright But all the village elders they grew Weary of this monotonous tune That the young ones played The elders they made, a collossal blockade Good morning boys, the youngest said. "Get out of bed, joy to be spread" But then he saw the massive wall, and said "Well, first we'll tear this down Because this clearly is a big mistake" "While I do this Why don't you boys play me a song to keep me awake?" And as the wall crumbled, five shun young men Marched in line, played a song so fine The elders didn't know what to say or think When five boys came marching in, in sync One closed his eyes in melancholy Hoping they wouldn't play this melody The boys said: "Look how happy they are now. There's one even crying, in relief cause we're here" Nananananananana, nananananananana Nananananananana, nanananananana Nananananananana, nananananananana Nananananananana, nananananananana