FAREWELL ANGELINA


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
means farewell Angelina • the sky is on fire
...and I must go

there is no need for anger • there is no need for blame
there is nothing to prove • everything is still the same
just a table standing empty by the edge of the sea
means farewell Angelina • the sky is in colour
...and I must leave

the jacks and the queens have forsaked the courtyard
fiftytwo gypsies now file past the guards
in the space where the duce and the ace once ran wild
farewell Angelina • the sky is trembling
...and I'll see you in a while

see the crosseyed pirates sitting pearched in the sun
shooting tin cans with a sawed off shotgun
and the naboes they dap and they cheer with each blast
farewell Angelina • the sky is folding
...and I must leave fast

King Kong, little elves : on the rooftops they dance
valentino type tangoes while the make up mans hands
shut the eyes of the dead not to embarass anyone
farewell Angelina • the sky is embarassed
...and I must be gone

the machine guns are roaring • the puppets heave rocks
fiends nail time bombs to the hands of the clocks
call me any name you like • I will never deny it
farewell Angelina • the sky is erupting
...and I must go where it is quiet

                                               bob dylan