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, ring them bells! Ring them bells, ring them bells! Ring them bells St. Peter Where the four winds blow, You gotta ring them bells with an iron hand So the people will know That the rush hour is now On the wheel and the plow And the sun is going down Upon the sacred cow. Ring them bells, ring them bells! Ring them bells, ring them bells! Ring them bells Sweet Martha, For the poor man's son, You gotta ring them bells so the world will know That God is one. For the shepherd is asleep Where the willows weep And the mountains are filled With little 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, Now ring them bells from the fortress For the lilies in bloom. For the lines, they are all long And the fighting is strong And they're breaking down the distance Between right and wrong. Ring them bells, ring them bells! Ring them bells, ring them bells!