Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bells of the Evening , by - Gordon Lightfoot. Song from the album Cold On The Shoulder, in the genre Фолк-рокRelease date: 23.06.1994
Record label: Reprise
Song language: English
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 |