Bells Of The Evening Lyrics - 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 miss 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 miss her, that I'm lost I'm so lonely