- Ring Those Bells
Ring those bells, ye brethren
From any city that screams,
Ring those bells from the cemeteries
Across the valleys and streams,
For they’re deep and they’re wide
And they’re on the wrong side
While time is running backward
And so is the tide.
Ring those bells St. Peter
While the fierce winds blow,
Ring those bells with a stern hand
So all the land will know.
That it’s crunch hour now
For the who and the how
And the sun is going down
Upon each sacred cow.
Ring those bells Sweet Martha,
For the poor man’s son,
Slain in youth by a reckless gun
Ring those bells so the world will know
That we are one
As the sentinels sleep
And more than willows weep
While the mountains are filled
With young strays and long lost sheep.
Ring those bells for the blind and the deaf,
Ring those bells for the few good left,
Ring those bells for the honest and true
Who’ll challenge the many when the blame shows through.`
Ring those bells, for the harm, that flies,
For every child that cries
When yet again another innocent dies.
Ring those bells St. Catherine
From the top of the tower,
Ring those bells from fortresses of wealth and power
For the houses shrouded in gloom
With memories haunting a too empty room
Oh the lines are so long
And fighting’s so strong
We must figure out the differences between right and wrong.
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