Mary Black Follow

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 its side
And time is running backwards
And so is the bride

Ring the bells St. Peter
Where the four winds blow
Ring them bells with an iron hand
For 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 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 they 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 day is through

Ring them bells
For the time that flies
For the child that cries
When the innocence dies

Ring them bells St. Catherine
From the top of the room
Ring the bells from the fortress
For the lilies that bloom

For the lines they are long
And the fighting is strong
And they're breaking down the distance
Between right and wrong