Song | It's All Over Now, Baby Blue |
Artist | Judy Collins |
Album | Judy Sings Dylan ... Just Like A Woman |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last | |
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast | |
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun | |
Crying like a fire in the sun | |
Look out the saints are comin’ through | |
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue | |
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense | |
Take what you have gathered from coincidence | |
The empty-handed painter from your streets | |
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets | |
This sky, too, is folding under you | |
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue | |
All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home | |
All your reindeer armies, are all going home | |
The lover who just walked out your door | |
Has taken all his blankets from the floor | |
The carpet, too, is moving under you | |
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue | |
Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you | |
Forget the dead you’ve left, they will not follow you | |
The vagabond who’s rapping at your door | |
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore | |
Strike another match, go start anew | |
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue |
You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last | |
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast | |
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun | |
Crying like a fire in the sun | |
Look out the saints are comin' through | |
And it' s all over now, Baby Blue | |
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense | |
Take what you have gathered from coincidence | |
The emptyhanded painter from your streets | |
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets | |
This sky, too, is folding under you | |
And it' s all over now, Baby Blue | |
All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home | |
All your reindeer armies, are all going home | |
The lover who just walked out your door | |
Has taken all his blankets from the floor | |
The carpet, too, is moving under you | |
And it' s all over now, Baby Blue | |
Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you | |
Forget the dead you' ve left, they will not follow you | |
The vagabond who' s rapping at your door | |
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore | |
Strike another match, go start anew | |
And it' s all over now, Baby Blue |
You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last | |
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast | |
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun | |
Crying like a fire in the sun | |
Look out the saints are comin' through | |
And it' s all over now, Baby Blue | |
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense | |
Take what you have gathered from coincidence | |
The emptyhanded painter from your streets | |
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets | |
This sky, too, is folding under you | |
And it' s all over now, Baby Blue | |
All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home | |
All your reindeer armies, are all going home | |
The lover who just walked out your door | |
Has taken all his blankets from the floor | |
The carpet, too, is moving under you | |
And it' s all over now, Baby Blue | |
Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you | |
Forget the dead you' ve left, they will not follow you | |
The vagabond who' s rapping at your door | |
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore | |
Strike another match, go start anew | |
And it' s all over now, Baby Blue |