Ring Them Bells歌词

作曲 : Bob Dylan
Ring them bells ye heathen
From the city that dreams
Ring them bells
From the sanctuaries that cross the valleys and streams
For they're deep and they're wide
And the world 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 ironhand
So the people will know
For 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
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 the 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 they're breaking down the distance
Between right and wrong