as sung by Joan Baez
Fare(D)well Angelina, the (G)bells of the (D)crown,
Being stolen by bandits, I must (G)follow the (D)sound.
The triangle tingles, the (G)trumpets plays (A)slow.
Fare(F#m)well Ange(Bm)lina, the (F#m)sky is on (Bm)fire, (G)and I must (D)go.
There's no need for anger, there's no need for blame.
There is nothing to prove, everything's still the same.
Just a table standing empty by the edge of the sea,
Means farewell Angelina, the sky's trembling, and I must leave.
The jack and the queen have forsaked 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 falling, I'll see you in a while.
See the cross-eyed pirate sitting perched in the sun,
Shooting tin cans with a sawed-off shotgun.
And the neighbours they clap and they cheer with each blast,
Farewell Angelina, the sky is changing colour, and I must leave fast.
King Kong little elves on the rooftops they dance,
Valentino-type tangos while they make up man's hands.
Shut the eyes of the dead not to embarrass anyone,
Farewell Angelina, the sky is embarrassed, and I must be gone.
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, the sky is erupting, I must go where it is quiet.