Ring them bells, ye heathen From the city that dreams, Ring them bells from the sanctuaries Cross the valleys and For they're deep and they're wide And the world's 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 the people will know. Oh it's rush hour now On the wheel and the plow And the sun is going down Upon 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 know That God is one. Oh the shepherd is asleep Where the willows weep And 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, them bells for the chosen few will judge the many when the game is through. Ring them bells, for the time that flies, For the child 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 And they're breaking down the distance Between right and wrong.