Текст песни Bells Of The Evening

Bells of the evening, O sing to my love

Tell her I miss her, my own turtledove

The streets of the old town are covered with rain

I think I might never know true love again

I'm lost with no road signs to guide me

A slave to my whiskey and dreams

Bells of the evening, O bells that I love

I've got some feelings I long to be rid of

I'm not one to ramble, I'm not one to boast

Though I had one lover more lovely than most

She was a country girl born to be free

Who took to the city by chance there to find me
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Bells of the evening go pealin'

I'm down here listenin' to you

Bells of the evening, O bells of the sea

Tell her that I miss her, that I'm lost and so lonely

Bells of the evening, your sweet Sunday sound

Reminds me of the redwoods and moss covered ground

So if I should wander on back to the coast

Tell her to remember it's her I need the most

I'm caught by the minstrel's misfortune

Of being forever displaced

Bells of the evening, O bells of the sea

Tell her that I miss her, that I'm lost I'm so lonely