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
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 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