Ring Them Bells — текст песни (Bob Dylan)

Ring them bells ye heathen from the city that dreams

Ring them bells from the sanctuaries cross the valleys and streams

For theyre deep and theyre wide

And the worlds 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 its rush hour now

On the wheel and the plow

And the sun is going down upon the sacred cow



Ring them bells sweet martha for the poor mans 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 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 saint catherine from the top of the room

Ring them from the fortress for the lilies that bloom

For the lines are long

And the fighting is strong

And theyre breaking down the distance between right and wrong