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

is 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

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

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

Oh the lines are long

and the fighting is strong

And they're breaking down

the distance

between right and wrong.