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, Saint Peter, where the four winds blow Ring them bells with an iron hand, so the people 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 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 the innocence dies Ring them bells, Saint 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