Lyrics:

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 the bells St.Peter Where the four winds blow Ring them bells with an iron hand For 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 shephered is asleep Where the willows weep And the mountains they 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 day is through Ring them bells, for the time that flies For the child that cries When the innocence dies Ring them bells St.Catherine From the top of the room Ring the bells from the fortress For the lillies that bloom For the lines they are long And the fighting is strong And they're breaking down the distance Between right and wrong