Ring Them Bells

Ring them bells ye heathen from the city that dreamsRing them bells from the sanctuaries 'cross the valleys and streamsFor they're deep and they're wideAnd the world's on its sideAnd time is running backwards and so is the brideRing them bells Saint Peter where the four winds blowRing them bells with an iron hand so the people will knowOh it's rush hour nowOn the wheel and the plowAnd the sun is going down upon the sacred cowRing them bells sweet Martha for the poor man's sonRing them bells so the world will know that God is oneFor the shepherd is asleepWhere the willows weepAnd the mountains are filled with lost sheepRing them bells for the blind and the deafRing them bells for all of us who are leftRing them bells for the chosen fewWho will judge the manyWhen the game is throughRing them bells for the time that fliesFor the child that criesWhen innocence diesRing them bells Saint Catherine from the top of the roomRing them from the fortress for the lilies that bloomFor the lines are longAnd the fighting is strongAnd they're breaking down the distance between right and wrong