Ring 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.

    Marco Giunco
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