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 St. Peter
	Where the four winds blow,
	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 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 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 strong
	And they're breaking down the distance
	Between right and wrong.