Tác giả : Gordon Lightfoot
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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