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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 it's 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!
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