Oh, it's rush hour now, on the wheel and the plow
For they're deep and they're wide and the world's on its side
Ring them bells St. Catherine
So the people will know
And they're breaking down the distance
Oh the lines are long and the fighting is strong
Ring them from the fortress for the lilies that bloom
And the mountains are filled with lost sheep
Oh the shepherd is asleep, where the willows weep
From the top of the room
Ring them bells with an iron hand
That a God is one
'Cross the valleys and streams
Who will judge the many when the game is through
For the poor man's son
Oh, ring them bells for the time that flies
Ring them bells so the world will know
And time is running backwards and so is the bride
And the sun is going down upon the sacred cow
Ring them bells, sweet Martha
Ring them bells St. Peter where the four winds blow
Oh, ring them bells for the chosen few
Oh, ring them bells for the blind and the deaf
For the child that cries when innocence dies
Oh, ring them bells for all of us who are left
