Am CG



As I went out one evening to take the evening air



I was blessed by a blood-red moon

F GCF





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I spied a fair young maiden and a flame was in her eyes

In Lincoln Park the dark was turning



And on her face lay the steel blue skies







Of Lincoln Park, the dark was turning

Turning







They spread their sheets upon the ground just like a wandering tribe





And the wise men walked in their Robespierre robes

Through Lincoln Park the dark was turning



The towers trapped and trembling, and the boats were tossed about



When the fog rolled in and the gas rolled out

From Lincoln Park the dark was turning







Turning





Like wild horses freed at last we took the streets of wine





But I searched in vain for she stayed behind



In Lincoln Park the dark was turning

I'll go back to the city where I can be alone



And tell my friend she lies in stone



In Lincoln Park the dark was turning