Ring them bells ye heathen from the city that dreams.
Ring them bell from the sanctuaries, across 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 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-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.
For the shepherd is asleep where the willow weep and the mountain is filled with lost sheep.
Ring them bells for the blind and the deaf, ring them bells all those who are left.
Ring them bells for the chosen few who'll judge the many when the game is through.
Ring them bells for the time that flies, for the child who cries when innocence dies.

Ring them bells St. Catherine from the top of the roof.
Ring the bells 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.