Lyrics Gordon Lightfoot

Gordon Lightfoot

Ring Them Bells

Ring them bells ye heathen from the city that dreams

Ring them bell 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 a-runnin' 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-goin' 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 breakin' down the distance between right and wrong