Ring Them Bells (Oh Mercy outtake) Songtext
von Bob Dylan

Ring them bells, ye heathen
From the city that dreams
Ring them bells from the sanctuaries
And ross the valleys and streams
For they′re deep and they're wide
And the world′s on its side
And time is runnin' backwards
And so is the bride

Ring them bells St. 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 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
Oh the shepherd is asleep
Where the willows weep
And the mountains are filled
With 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 will 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 St. Catherine
From the top of the room
Ring them from the fortress
For the lilies that bloom
Oh, the lines are long
And the fight is strong
And they're breakin′ down the distance
Between right and wrong