we are not true we are not pure we are not right oh but still i ll steal to you at night too selfish by half too ugly by far oh but when your songs have been sung come to me come to me come to me come to me rumours are rife and winter blows cold reminds me of such wretched times and yet all the same will never deign to think ill of you when all s well my love is like cathedral bells when all s well my love is like cathedral bells we are not true we are not pure we are not right amongst all the dross the lies and the grief there are so many things you just wouldn t believe amongst all the dross the lies and the grief  when all s well my love is like cathedral bells when all s well my love is like cathedral bells when all s well my love is like cathedral bells when all s well my love is like cathedral bells when all s well my love is like cathedral bells