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