Bells of the Evening - Gordon Lightfoot

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