THE LEAVING OF NANCY 

In comes the train, and the whole platform shakes 
It stops with a shudder, and a screaming of breaks 
The parting has come, and my grieving soul aches 
I'm leaving my Nancy all. 

But you stand there so calmly, determinedly gay 
And you talk of the weather and events of the day 
But your eyes tell me all that your tongue doesn't say 
Goodbye my Nancy all. 

And come a little closer 
Put your head upon my shoulder 
And let me hold you one more time 
Before the whistle blows 

My suitcase is lifted and stowed on the train 
And a thousand regrets went around in my brain 
And the ache in my heart, it's a black sea of pain 
I'm leaving my Nancy, all. 

And you stand there so calmly, so lovely to see 
But the grip of your hand, it's an unspoken plea 
You're not fooling yourself and you're not fooling me 
Goodbye my Nancy, all. 

And come a little closer 
Lay your head upon my shoulder 
And let me hold you one more time 
Before the whistle blows 

For our time has run out and the whistle has blown 
And here I must leave you standing alone 
We had so little time and now that times gone 
Goodbye my Nancy, all. 

And as the train starts gently to roll 
And as I lean out for to wave and to call 
I see your first tears trickle and fall 
Goodbye my Nancy, all. 

And come a little closer 
Put your head upon my shoulder 
And let me hold you one more time 
Before the whistle blows 

And come a little closer 
Lay your head upon my shoulder 
And let me hold you one more time 
Before the whistle blows 

And let me hold you one more time 
Before the whistle blows
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Posted by <bjc@biolink.co.nz>
Thank you for posting this bjc!