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, baby, 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 fallin’ in over you
And it's all over now, baby blue.

Leave your stepping stones behind, there's something calls for you.
Forget the debt you left, that will not follow you.
Your lover who has just walked through the door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor
The carpet, too, is foldin' over you
And it's all over now, baby blue.

Well, strike another match, yeah, go start anew
'Cause it's all over now, baby blue.
It's all over, it's all over now, baby blue.
It's all over, it's all over now, oh yeah…

(Bob Dylan, versión de Van Morrison)