Ring Them Bells

Ring Them Bells, ye heathen

From the city that dreams

Ring Them Bells from the sanctuaries

'Cross the valleys and streams

For they're deep and they're wide

And the world's on its side

And time is running backwards

And so is the bride

Ring Them Bells St. Peter

Where the four winds blow

Ring Them Bells with an iron hand

So the people will know

Oh it's rush hour now

On the wheel and the plow

And the sun is going down

Upon the sacred cow

Ring Them Bells Sweet Martha

For the poor man's son

Ring Them Bells so the world will know

That God is one

Oh the shepherd is asleep

Where the willows weep

And the mountains are filled

With lost sheep

Ring Them Bells for the blind and the deaf

Ring Them Bells for all of us who are left

Ring Them Bells for the chosen few

Who will judge the many when the game is through