WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS VISITS LINCOLN
PARK AND ESCAPES
UNSCATHED LYRICS - PHIL OCHS
As I went out one evening to take
the evening air
I was blessed by a blood-red moon
In Lincoln Park
the dark was turning
I spied a fair young maiden and a
flame was in her eyes
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
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