Title : Farewell, Angelina Artist : Bob Dylan/Joan Baez
Farewell, Angelina The bells of the crown Are being stolen by bandits 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.