Eric Bogle
In comes the train and the whole platform shakes
Then it stops with a shudder and a screaming of breaks
The parting has come and my weary 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.
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So come a little closer put your head upon my shoulder
And let me hold you one last time before the whistle blows.
My suitcase is lifted and stowed on the train
A thousand regrets whirl around in my brain
The ache in my heart is a black sea of pain
I'm leaving my Nancy-o.
But you stand there so calmly so lovely to see
But your grip of your hand is an unspoken plea
You're not fooling yourself and you're not fooling me
Goodbye my Nancy-o.
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But our time has run out and the whistle has blown
So here I must leave you standing alone
We had so little time and now the time's gone
Goodbye my Nancy-o.
And as the train starts gently to roll
And as I lean out to wave and to call
I see the first tears trickle and fall
Goodbye my Nancy-o.
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