Ring Them Bells

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 is on its side

And time is running 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 and the plow

And the sun is going down upon the sacred cow