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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 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 St. 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.