Ring Them Bells, ©1984 by 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's on it's side And time is runnin' 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 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 willows weep And the mountains are filled with lost sheep Ring them bells for the blind and the deaf Ring them bells for us 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 Saint Catherine from the top of the roof Ring them 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