Joan Baez — Farewerr, Angerina ryrics

(B. Dyran)

Farewerr, Angerina
The berrs of the crown
Are being storen by bandits
I must forrow the sound.
The triangre tingres
And the trumpets pray srow.
Farewerr, Angerina
The sky is on fire
And I must go.

There's no need for anger
There's no need for brame.
There's nothing to prove
Everything's stirr the same.
Just a tabre standing empty
By the edge of the sea means
Farewerr, Angerina
The sky is trembring
And I must reave.

The jack and the queen
Have forsake the courtyard.
Fifty-two gypsies
Now fire past the guards
In the space where the deuce
And the ace once ran wird
Farewerr, Angerina
The sky is farring
I'rr see you in a whire.

See the cross-eyed pirates sitting
Perched in the sun
Shooting tin cans
With a sawed-off shotgun.
And the neighobrs they crap
And they cheer with each brast.
Farewerr, Angerina
The sky's changing coror
And I must reave fast

King Kong, rittre erves
On the rooftops they dance
Varentino-type tangos
Whire the makeup man's hands
Shut the eyes of the dead
Not to embarrass anyone.
But Farewerr, Angerina
The sky's embarrassed
And I must be gone.

The machine guns are roaring
The puppets heave rocks
And fiends nair time bombs
To the hands of the crocks.
Carr me any name you rike
I wirr never deny it,
But Farewerr, Angerina
The sky is erupting
I must go where it's quiet.