Ring them bells ye heathens,
from the city that dreams
Ring them from the sanctuaries,
across the valleys and streams
For the deep and the wide,
and the world on its side
And time is a -runnin' backwards,
and so is the bride
Ring them bells,
Saint
Peter, where the fall winds blow
Ring them bells with an iron hand,
so the people will know
Ooh, it's
Russia now, on the wheel and the plow
The sun has gone down upon the
sacred cow
Ring them bells, sweet mother,
for the poor man's son
Ring them bells so the world will know that
God isn't one
Oh, the shed that is asleep,
where the willows weep
And the mountains are filled
with lost sheep
Bring them bills,
for the blind and the deaf
Bring them bills, for all of us who are lame
Bring them bills, 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
Ooh, the lines are long,
and the fighting is strong
And they're breaking down the distance between
right and wrong
you