Intro:  G C C/B D D4 

      C D G (notes: B C D G../)
      
G                         C9
Far between the sundown's finish
    G                C9
and midnights broken toll
   G      
we ducked inside 
    C9           D              G        (notes: B C D G../)
the doorway [as] thunder [went] crashing


   G                 C9
As majestic bells of bolts
       G              C9
struck shadows in the sounds
G                 C9        D       G
seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing

(notes on low E string and open 
D: G F# E D ../)

D
Flashing for the warriors 
      G           C9     G
whose strength is not to fight
C9               C9/B
flashing for the refugees
       Am              D
of the unarmed road of flight
        G              C9
and for each and every underdog
G              C9
soldier in the night
       G              C9        D       G       (notes: B C D G../)
and we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

[The Byrds skipped the next few verses]

There are cities melted furnace

unexpectedly we watched

with faces hidden as the walls were tightening

As the echo of the wedding bells

before the blowing rain

dissolved into the bells of the lightning

Tolling for the rebel

tolling for the rake

tolling for the luckless

they are bound and damned forsaked

tolling for the outcasts 

burning constantly at stake

and we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

Through the mad mystic hammering

and the wild ripping hail

the sky cracked its farms in naked wonder

As the clanging of the church bells

blew far into the breeze

leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder

Striking for the gentle

striking for the kind

striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind

and the poet and painter 

far behind his rightful time

and we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

In the wild cathedral evening

the rain unravelled tales

for a disrobed faceless farms of no position

Tolling for the tongues

with no place to bring their thoughts

all down and taken for granted situations

Tolling for the deaf and blind

tolling for the mute

for a mistreated maidless mother, a mistitled prostitute

for the misdemeanor outlaw

chained and cheated by pursuit

and we gaze upon the chimes of freedom flashing

[The Byrds pick it up here]

Even though the cloud's white curtain

in a far off corner [flowered] 

and the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting

Electric light still struck like arrows

fired but [further ones] 

condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting

Tolling for the searching ones

on their speechless seeking trail

for the lonesome hearted lovers with too personal a tale

and for each unharmful gentle soul

misplaced inside a jail

and we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

[Byrds/McGuinn:
        C               C9/B            D
      dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee
        C               C9/B        D       G
      dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee-duh]

Starry eyes and laughing
as I recall when we were caught
[trapped]  no track [for]  ours for they hang suspended

As we listened one last time
and we watched with one last look
spellbound and swallowed 'til the tolling ended

Tolling for the aching 
whose wounds cannot be nursed
or the countless confused accused misused
strung out ones and worse
and for every hung up person
in the whole wide universe
and we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing