Am C G
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As I went out one evening to take the evening air
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F G C F
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I was blessed by a blood-red moon
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Dm G Am G
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In Lincoln Park the dark was turning
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I spied a fair young maiden and a flame was in her eyes
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And on her face lay the steel blue skies
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Of Lincoln Park, the dark was turning
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Turning
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They spread their sheets upon the ground just like a wandering tribe
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And the wise men walked in their Robespierre robes
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Through Lincoln Park the dark was turning
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The towers trapped and trembling, and the boats were tossed about
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When the fog rolled in and the gas rolled out
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From Lincoln Park the dark was turning
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Turning
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Like wild horses freed at last we took the streets of wine
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But I searched in vain for she stayed behind
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In Lincoln Park the dark was turning
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I'll go back to the city where I can be alone
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And tell my friend she lies in stone
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In Lincoln Park the dark was turning
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William Butler Yeats Visits Lincoln Park and Escapes Unscathed
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| Phil Ochs |
