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Bells of the evening, oh, Fsing to my Clove G
Tell her I miss her, my Fown turtleCdove
The streets of the old town are Fcovered with Crain
I Gthink I might never know Ftrue love aCgain
I'm Flost with no rGoad signs to Cguide me
A Fslave to my Cwhiskey and Gdreams Dm
CBells of the evening, oh, Fbells that I Clove G
I've got some feelings I Flong to be Crid of
I'Cm Cnot one to ramble, I'm Fnot one to Cboast
Though GI had one lover more Flovely than Cmost
She was a country girl, Fborn to be Cfree
Who Gtook to the city, by Fchance there to Cfind me
FBells of the Gevening go Cpealing
FI'm down here Clistening to Gyou Dm
CBells of the evening, oh, Fbells of the Csea
GTell her that I miss her, that I'm Flost and so Clonely
Bells of the evening, your Fsweet Sunday Csound
ReGminds me of the redwoods and Fmoss covered Cground
So, if I should wander on Fback to the Ccoast
GTell her to remember, it's Fher I need the Cmost
I'm Fcaught by the minGstrel's misCfortune
Of Fbeing forCever disGplaced Dm
CBells of the evening, oh, Fbells of the Csea
GTell her that I miss her, that I'm Flost I'm so Clonely
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