Ring them bells, ye heathen From the city that dreams, Ring them bells from the sanctuaries the valleys and streams, For they're deep and they're 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 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 sun is going down Upon the sacred cow.
(Ring them bells, ring them bells)
Ring bells Sweet Martha, For the poor man's son, Ring them bells so the world will 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 are left, Ring them bells 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 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 And they're breaking down the distance Between right and wrong.