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 a-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 plough
And the sun is 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 none
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 those 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
Ring them bells, St. Catherine, from the top of the roof
Ring them from the fortress for the lilies that bloom
For the lines that are long and the fighting is strong
And they're breaking down the distance between right and wrong