Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light:
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
The flying cloud, the frosty light:
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
I prefer to think of 2002 as a year in which a lot could have happened but didn’t.
Hopefully a lot will happen in 2003 more for the better than for the worse.
Wish you all a happy new year!