Lyric 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