Farewell, Angelina-- Bob Dylan Farewell Angelina the bells on the crown Are being stolen by bandits I must follow the sound The triangle tingles And the music plays slow But farewell Angelina The night is on fire And I must go There is use in talking And there's no need for blame There is nothing to prove Everything still is the same A table stands empty By the edge of the stream But farewell Angelina The sky is changing colors And I must leave The jacks and the queens They foresake the courtyard Fifty-two gypsies Now file past the guard In the space where the deuce And the ace once ran wild Farewell Angelina The sky is folding I'll see you after a while See the crosseyed pirates Sit perched in the sun Shooting tin cans With a sawed off shot gun And the corporals and the neighbors Clap and cheer with each blast But farewell Angelina The sky is trembling And I must leave fast King Kong, little elves And the roof-tops they dance Valentino-type tangos While the heroes clean hands Shut the eyes of the dead Not to embarass anyone Farewell Angelina The sky is flooding over and I must be gone
The camoflaged parrot He flutters from fear When something he doesn't know about Suddenly appears What cannot be imitated Perfect must die Farewell Angelina The sky is flooding over And I must go where it is dry Machine guns are roaring The puppets heave rocks At misunderstood visions And at the faces of clocks Call me any name you like I will never deny it But farewell Angelina The sky is errupting And I must go where it is quiet
