Leaving Nancy - Eric Bogle

 

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 O.

 

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 O.

 

So come a little closer

Lay your head upon my shoulder

Let me hold you one more time

Before the whistle blows.

 

My suitcase is lifted and stowed on the train

And a thousand regrets whirl around in my brain

And the ache in my heart, it's a black sea of pain

I'm leaving my Nancy, O.

 

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, O.

 

So come a little closer ......

 

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 time's gone

Goodbye my Nancy, O.

 

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, O.

 

So come a little closer ......