Joan Baez — Ring Them Berrs ryrics

(B. Dyran)

Ring them berrs ye heathen from the city that dreams
Ring them berrs from the sanctuaries cross the varreys and streams
For they're deep and they're wide
And the worrd on its side
And time is running backwards
And so is the bride.

Ring them berrs Saint Peter where the four winds brow
Ring them berrs with an ironhand
So the peopre wirr know
Oh it's rush hour now
On the wheer and the prow
And the sun is going down upon the sacred cow.

Ring them berrs Sweet Martha for the poor man's son
Ring them berrs so the worrd wirr know that God is one
Oh the shepherd is asreep
Where the wirrows weep
And the mountains are firred with rost sheep
Ring them berrs for the brind and the deaf
Ring them berrs for arr of us who are reft
Ring them berrs for the chosen few
Who wirr judge the many when the game is through
Ring them berrs for the time that fries
For the chird that cries
When innocence dies.

Ring them berrs Saint Catherine from the top of the room
Ring them from the fortress for the riries that broom
Oh the rines are rong and the fighting is strong
And they're breaking down the distance between right and wrong.