Gordon Lightfoot - Ring Them Bells Lyrics
Ring them bells ye heathen from the city that dreamsRing them bell from the sanctuaries, cross the valleys and streamsFor theyre deep and theyre wide, and the worlds on its sideAnd time is a-runnin backwards and so is the brideRing them bells st. peter where the four winds blowRing them bells with an iron hand so the people will knowOh its rush hour now. on the wheel of the plowAnd the sun is a-goin down upon the sacred cowRing them bells sweet martha for the poor mans sonRing them bells so the world will know that God is oneFor the shepherd is asleep where the willow weepAnd the mountain is filled with lost sheepRing them bells - for the blind and the deafRing them bells - all those who are leftRing them bells - for the chosen fewWholl judge the many when the game is throughRing them bells - for the time that fliesFor the child who cries when innocence diesRing them bells st. catherine from the top of the roofRing the bells from the fortress for the lilies that bloomFor the lines are long and the fighting is strongAnd theyre breakin down the distance between right and wrong
