Fare-

well,

An-

ge-

li-

na

The

bells

of

the

crown

Are

being

sto-

len

by

ban

-

dits

I

must

fol-

low

the

sound.

The

tri-

an-

gle

tin-

gles

And

the

trum-

pets

play

slow.

Fare-

well,

An-

ge-

li-

na

The

sky is

on

fi-

re

And

I

must

go.

There's

no

need

for

an-

ger

There's

no

need

for

blame.

There's

no-

thing

to

pro

-

ve

Eve-

ry-

thing's

still

the

same.

Just a

ta-

ble

stan-

ding

emp-

ty

By

the

edge

of

the

sea

means

Fare-

well,

An-

ge-

li-

na

The

sky

is

tremb

-

ling

And

I

must

leave.

The

jack

and

the

queen

Have

for-

sake

the

court-

yard.

Fif-

ty-

two

gyp

-

sies

Now

file

past

the

guards

In

the

space

where

the

deuce

And

the

ace

once

ran

wild

Fare-

well,

An-

ge-

li-

na

The

sky

is

fal

-

ling

I'll

see

you

in

a

while.

See

the

cross

-

eyed

pi

-

rates

sitting

Perched

in

the

sun

Shoo-

ting

tin

cans

With

a

sawed-

off

shot-

gun.

And

the

neigh-

bours

they

clap

And

they

cheer

with

each

blast.

Fare-

well,

An-

ge-

li-

na

The

sky's

chan-

ging

co-

lor

And

I

must

leave

fast

King

Kong,

little

el

-

ves

On

the

roof-

tops

they

dance

Va-

len-

ti-

no-

type

tan

-

gos

While

the

make-

up

man's

hands

Shut

the

eyes

of

the

dead

Not

to

em-

bar-

rass

a-

ny-

one.

But

Fare-

well,

An-

ge-

li-

na

The

sky's

em-

bar

-

rassed

And

I

must

be

gone.

The

ma-

chine

guns

are

ro-

a-

ring

The

pup-

pets

heave

rocks

And

fiends

nail

time

bombs

To

the

hands

of

the

clocks.

Call

me

a-

ny

name

you

like

I

will

ne-

ver

de-

ny

it,

But

Fare-

well,

An-

ge-

li-

na

The

sky

is

e-

rup-

ting

I

must

go

where

it's

qui-

et.