Текст песни Mary Black - Ring Them Bells
Mary Black - Ring Them Bells слова песни
Ring them bells, ye heathenFrom the city that dreamsRing them bells from the sanctuariesCross the valleys and streamsFor theyre deep and theyre wideAnd the worlds on its sideAnd time is running backwardsAnd so is the brideRing the bells st.peterWhere the four winds blowRing them bells with an iron handFor the people will knowOh its rush hour nowOn the wheel and the plowAnd the sun is going downUpon the sacred cowRing them bells sweet marthaFor the poor mans sonRing them bells so the world will knowThat God is oneOh the shephered is asleepWhere the willows weepAnd the mountains they are filledWith lost sheepRing them bells for the blind and the deafRing them bells for all of us who are leftRing them bells for the chosen fewWho will judge the many when the day is throughRing them bells, for the time that fliesFor the child that criesWhen the innocence diesRing them bells st.catherineFrom the top of the roomRing the bells from the fortressFor the lillies that bloomFor the lines they are longAnd the fighting is strongAnd theyre breaking down the distanceBetween right and wrong