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
An' the world's on its side
An' time is running backwards an' 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 an' the plow
An' the sun is 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
An' the mountains are filled with lost sheep.
Ring them bells for the blind an' 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 an innocent dies.
Ring them bells, Saint Catherine from the top of the room
Ring them from the fortress for the lilies that bloom
For the lines are long
An' the fightin' is strong
And they're breakin' down the distance between right and wrong.