Bells of the evening, O sing to my love
Tell her I miss her, my own turtledove
I think I might never know true love again The streets of the old town are covered with rain
A slave to my whiskey and dreams
I'm lost with no road signs to guide me
I've got some feelings I long to be rid of
Bells of the evening, O bells that I love
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
I'm down here listenin' to you
Who took to the city by chance there to find me Bells of the evening, O bells of the sea
Bells of the evening go pealin' Tell her that I love her, that I'm lost and so lonely
Bells of the evening, your sweet Sunday sound
So if I should wander on back to the coast
Reminds me of the redwoods and moss covered ground Tell her to remember it's her I need the most
Of being forever displaced
I'm caught by the minstrel's misfortune
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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