Ring Them Bells Lyrics - Gordon Lightfoot

Ring them bells ye heathen from the city that dreams 

Ring them bell 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 a-runnin' 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 of the plow 

And the sun is a-goin' 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 

For the shepherd is asleep where the willow weep 

And the mountains are filled with lost sheep 

Ring them bells for the blind and the deaf 

Ring them bells 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 who cries when innocence dies