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 Saint 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, ring them bells
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 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 (for the chosen few)
Who will judge the many (who will judge the many)
When the game is through (when the game is through)
Ring them bells for the time that flies
For the child that cries
When innocence dies
Ring them bells Saint Catherine from the top of the room
Ring them from the fortress for the lilies that bloom
For the lines are long
And the fighting is strong
And they're breaking down the distance between right and wrong
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 Saint 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, ring them bells
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 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 (for the chosen few)
Who will judge the many (who will judge the many)
When the game is through (when the game is through)
Ring them bells for the time that flies
For the child that cries
When innocence dies
Ring them bells Saint Catherine from the top of the room
Ring them from the fortress for the lilies that bloom
For the lines are long
And the fighting is strong
And they're breaking down the distance between right and wrong
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Writer(s): Bob Dylan
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