Farewell Angelina

Farewell Angelina, the bells of the crown Are being stolen by bandits, I must follow the sound The triangle tingles, the music plays slow But farewell Angelina, the night is on fire, and I must go There is no use in talking and there's no need for blame There is nothing to prove, everything still is the same The table stands empty by the edge of the stream But farewell Angelina, the sky's changing colors, and I must leave The jacks and the queens they have forsake the courtyard Fifty-two gypsies now file past the guard In the space where the deuce and the ace once ran wild Farewell Angelina, the sky is folding, I'll see you after a while See the cross-eyed pirate sit perched in the sun Shooting tin cans with a sawed-off shotgun And the corporals and the neighbors clap and cheer with each blast But farewell Angelina, the sky is trembling, and I must leave fast King Kong little elves in the rooftops they dance Valentino-type tangos while the hero's clean hands Shut the eyes of the dead not to embarrass anyone Farewell Angelina, the sky is flooding over, and I must be gone