William Butler Yeats Visits Lincoln Park & 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 

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, 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