(Bob Dylan)

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
Ev'rything's still the same

Just a table standing empty
By the edge of the sea
Farewell Angelina

The sky is trembling
And I must leave.


The jacks and the queens
Have forsaked the courtyard
Fifty-two gypsies

Now file past the gaurds
In the space where the deuce
And the ace once ran wild

Farewell Angelina
The sky is folding
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 neighbors 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 make-up man's hands

Shut the eyes of the dead
Not to embarrass anyone
Farewell Angelina

The sky is embarassed
And I must be gone.


The machine guns are roaring
The puppets heave rocks
The fiends nail time bombs

To the hands of the clocks
Call me any name you like
I will never deny it

Farewell Angelina, I must go where it's quiet.