Ring Them Bells
Ring them bells yea 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 it's side
And time is running backwards and so is the bride
Ring them bells
Ring them bells
Ring them bells
Ring them bells!
Ring them bells Saint Peter where the four winds blow
Ring them bells with an iron hand so the people will know
That the rush hour is now on the wheel and the plow and the sun is going down upon the sacred cow
Ring them bells
Ring them bells
Ring them bells
Ring them bells
Ring them bells Saint 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
And the mountains are filled with little 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 would 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 Saint Catherine from the top of the room
Ring them bells from the fortress from the lilies that bloom
For the lines they are long and the fighting is strong
And they're breaking down the distance between right and wrong
Ring them bells
Ring them bells
Ring them bells
Ring them bells!
Toca esas campanas
Toca esas campanas, sí, pagano de la ciudad que sueña
Toca esas campanas desde los santuarios cruzando valles y arroyos
Porque son profundas y anchas
Y el mundo está de cabeza
Y el tiempo está retrocediendo y también la novia
Toca esas campanas
Toca esas campanas
Toca esas campanas
Toca esas campanas
Toca esas campanas, San Pedro, donde soplan los cuatro vientos
Toca esas campanas con mano de hierro para que la gente sepa
Que la hora pico está aquí, en la rueda y el arado, y el sol se está poniendo sobre la vaca sagrada
Toca esas campanas
Toca esas campanas
Toca esas campanas
Toca esas campanas
Toca esas campanas, Santa Marta, por el hijo del hombre pobre
Toca esas campanas para que el mundo sepa que Dios es uno
Porque el pastor está dormido donde lloran los sauces
Y las montañas están llenas de ovejas perdidas
Toca esas campanas por los ciegos y los sordos
Toca esas campanas por todos nosotros que quedamos
Toca esas campanas por los pocos elegidos que juzgarían a los muchos cuando termine el juego
Toca esas campanas por el tiempo que vuela, por el niño que llora cuando muere la inocencia
Toca esas campanas, Santa Catalina, desde lo alto de la habitación
Toca esas campanas desde la fortaleza donde florecen los lirios
Porque las líneas son largas y la lucha es fuerte
Y están derribando la distancia entre el bien y el mal
Toca esas campanas
Toca esas campanas
Toca esas campanas
Toca esas campanas!