C'mon, kind Sir, let's walk outside br And breathe the autumn air br See the many that have lived and died br See the unending golden stair br See all of us that have come behind br Clutching at your hem br All the way from Arkansas br To your sweet and last amen br br Let the bells ring br He is the real thing br Let the bells ring br He is the real, real thing br br Take this deafening thunder down br Take this bread and take this wine br Your passing is not what we mourn br But the world you left behind br Well, do not breathe, nor make a sound br And behold your mighty work br That towers over the uncaring ground br Of a lesser, darker world br br Let the bells ring br He is the real thing br Let the bells ring br He is the real, real thing br br There are those of us not fit to tie br The laces of your shoes br Must remain behind to testify br Through an elementary blues br So, let's walk outside, the hour is late br Through your crumbs and scattered shells br Where the awed and the mediocre wait br Barely fit to ring the bells br br Let the bells ring br He is the real thing br Let the bells ring br He is the real, real thing