Ring Them Bells (Bob Dylan)

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 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 ironhand 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 for the blind and the deaf,
Ring them bells for all of us who are left

Ring them bells Sweet Martha for the poor man's son
Ring them bells so the world will know that God is one
Oh 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,
Who will judge the many 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,
Oh the lines are long and the fighting is strong,
And they're breaking down the distance between right and wrong

FCC 25th Folk Music Service - Lyrics