Ring Them Bells by LeAnn Rimes Lyrics

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's on its side
And time is running 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 going 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