Joan Baez - Farewell, Angelina lyrics
[Joan Baez - Farewell, Angelina lyrics]
Farewell, Angelina the bells of the crown
Are being stolen by bandit's
I must follow the sound the triangle tingles
And the trumpets play slow
Farewell, Angelina the sky is on fire
And I must go
There's no need for anger
There's no need for blame
There's nothing to prove
Everything's still the same
Just a table standing empty
By the edge of the sea means
Farewell, Angelina the sky is trembling
And I must leave the jack and the queen
Have forsake the courtyard fifty-two gypsies
Now file past the guards
In the space where the deuce
And the ace once ran wild farewell, Angelina
The sky is falling i'll see you in a while
See the cross-eyed pirates sitting
Perched in the sun shooting tin cans
With a sawed-off shotgun
And the neighobrs they clap
And they cheer with each blast
Farewell, Angelina the sky's changing color
And I must leave fast
King Kong, little elves
On the rooftops they dance
Valentino-type tangos
While the makeup man's hands
Shut the eyes of the dead
Not to embarrass anyone
But Farewell, Angelina the sky's embarrassed
And I must be gone
The machine guns are roaring
The puppets heave rocks
And fiends nail time bombs
To the hands of the clocks
Call me any name you like
I will never deny it but Farewell, Angelina
The sky is erupting
I must go where it's quiet
Are being stolen by bandit's
I must follow the sound the triangle tingles
And the trumpets play slow
Farewell, Angelina the sky is on fire
And I must go
There's no need for anger
There's no need for blame
There's nothing to prove
Everything's still the same
Just a table standing empty
By the edge of the sea means
Farewell, Angelina the sky is trembling
And I must leave the jack and the queen
Have forsake the courtyard fifty-two gypsies
Now file past the guards
In the space where the deuce
And the ace once ran wild farewell, Angelina
The sky is falling i'll see you in a while
See the cross-eyed pirates sitting
Perched in the sun shooting tin cans
With a sawed-off shotgun
And the neighobrs they clap
And they cheer with each blast
Farewell, Angelina the sky's changing color
And I must leave fast
King Kong, little elves
On the rooftops they dance
Valentino-type tangos
While the makeup man's hands
Shut the eyes of the dead
Not to embarrass anyone
But Farewell, Angelina the sky's embarrassed
And I must be gone
The machine guns are roaring
The puppets heave rocks
And fiends nail time bombs
To the hands of the clocks
Call me any name you like
I will never deny it but Farewell, Angelina
The sky is erupting
I must go where it's quiet