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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.
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Between right and wrong.
And they're breaking down the distance
And the fighting is strong
Oh the lines are long
For the lilies that bloom.
Ring them from the fortress
From the top of the room,
Ring them bells St. Catherine
When innocence dies.
For the child that cries
Ring them bells, for the time that flies,
Who will judge the many when the game is through.
Ring them bells for the chosen few
Ring them bells for all of us who are left,
Ring them bells for the blind and the deaf,
With lost sheep.
And the mountains are filled
Where the willows weep
Oh the shepherd is asleep
That God is one.
Ring them bells so the world will know
For the poor man's son,
Ring them bells Sweet Martha,
Upon the sacred cow.
And the sun is going down
On the wheel and the plow
Oh it's rush hour now
So the people will know.
Ring them bells with an iron hand
Where the four winds blow,
Ring them bells St. Peter
And so is the bride.
And time is running backwards
And the world's on its side
For they're deep and they're wide
Cross the valleys and streams,
Ring them bells from the sanctuaries
From the city that dreams,
Ring them bells, ye heathen
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