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, Saint Peter, where the four winds blow

Ring them bells with an iron hand so the people will know

For 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

For 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

Ring them bells for the time that flies

For the child that cries when the innocence dies

Ring them bells, Saint Catherine, from the top of the room

Ring them from the fortress for the lilies that bloom

For the lines are long and the fighting is strong

And they're breaking down the distance between right and wrong