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 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 ironhand

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

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