Gordon Lightfoot - Bells Of The Evening Lyrics
Bells of the evening, o sing to my loveTell her I miss her, my own turtledoveThe streets of the old town are covered with rainI think I might never know true love againIm lost with no road signs to guide meA slave to my whiskey and dreamsBells of the evening, o bells that I loveIve got some feelings I long to be rid ofIm not one to ramble; Im not one to boastThough I had one lover more lovely than mostShe was a country girl born to be freeWho took to the city by chance there to find meBells of the evening go pealinIm down here listenin to youBells of the evening, o bells of the seaTell her that I love her, that Im lost and so lonelyBells of the evening, your sweet sunday soundReminds me of the redwoods and moss covered groundSo if I should wander on back to the coastTell her to remember its her I need the mostIm caught by the minstrels misfortuneOf being forever displacedBells of the evening, o bells of the seaTell her that I love her; that Im lost Im so lonely