Текст (слова) песни: Gordon Lightfoot - 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
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 love 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 love her; That I`m lost I`m so lonely
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