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.
 Ring them bells, for the time that flies,
 For the child that cries
 When innocence dies.
 Ring them bells St. 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.