Ring Them Bells

Ring them bells, you heathen, from the city that dreams
Ring them from the valleys, sanctuaries 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 with an iron hand so the world 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 so the world will know that God is one
For the shepherd is asleep 'neath the willows that weep
And the mountains are filled with, with lost sheep

Ring them bells for the blind and the deaf
Ring them bells for the rest of us 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
For the lines are long and the fighting is strong
And they're breaking down the distance between right and wrong
They're breaking down the distance between right and wrong