| Song | It's All over Now, Baby Blue |
| Artist | Van Morrison |
| Album | Story of Them Featuring Van Morrison |
| 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 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 folding under you | |
| And it’s all over now, Baby Blue | |
| All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home | |
| All your reindeer armies, are all going home | |
| The lover who just walked out your door | |
| Has taken all his blankets from the floor | |
| The carpet, too, is moving under you | |
| And it’s all over now, Baby Blue | |
| Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you | |
| Forget the dead you’ve left, they will not follow you | |
| The vagabond who’s rapping at your door | |
| Is standing in the clothes that you once wore | |
| Strike another match, go start anew | |
| And 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 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 emptyhanded painter from your streets | |
| Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets | |
| This sky, too, is folding under you | |
| And it' s all over now, Baby Blue | |
| All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home | |
| All your reindeer armies, are all going home | |
| The lover who just walked out your door | |
| Has taken all his blankets from the floor | |
| The carpet, too, is moving under you | |
| And it' s all over now, Baby Blue | |
| Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you | |
| Forget the dead you' ve left, they will not follow you | |
| The vagabond who' s rapping at your door | |
| Is standing in the clothes that you once wore | |
| Strike another match, go start anew | |
| And it' s all over now, Baby Blue |