Comedians & Angels - Tom Paxton

I miss my friends tonight, their faces shine for me

The clamor of their singing’s like some mad calliope

Still ringing through the Lion’s Head until the morning light

Comedians and angels, I miss my friends tonight

With Jameson’s or Bushmills, or Trotsky on the rocks;

The Fenian at the barricade, the batter in the box

A song for every season, a smile in every fight

Comedians and angels, I miss my friends tonight

When Dave was in his glory, and singing Brecht and Weill

The Clancys hauled a chantey out and gave us Paddy Doyle

The Mets were either best or worst, and Marx was wrong or right

Comedians and angels, I miss my friends tonight

I wonder where they are now, they could be anywhere;

In Hell or California, or back in Sheridan Square

They left us where they left us, so we put out the light

Comedians and angels, I miss my friends tonight

They drained a parting glass then, and sailed off to sea

And what a crew of rogues they made in gleeful anarchy

They sang to the horizon a song no pen could write

Comedians and angels, I miss my friends tonight

They sang to the horizon a song no pen could write

Comedians and angels, I miss my friends tonight