tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8174369426584980276.post5086027890050143220..comments2023-06-25T10:12:39.564+01:00Comments on Dew of Hermon: THESE REMAINDew of Hermonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12823108222604309844noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8174369426584980276.post-52983721659482934842011-11-24T21:28:00.521+00:002011-11-24T21:28:00.521+00:00Leaving Nancy
In comes the train and the whole pl...Leaving Nancy<br /><br />In comes the train and the whole platform shakes<br />It stops with a shudder and a screaming of brakes<br />The parting has come and my weary soul aches<br />I'm leaving my Nancy, oh<br /><br />But you stand there so calmly determinedly gay<br />And you talk of the weather and events of the day<br />But your eyes tell me all that your tongue doesn't say<br />Goodbye my Nancy, oh<br /><br />And come a little closer<br />Put your head upon my shoulder<br />And let me hold you one more time<br />Before the whistle blows<br /><br />My suitcase is lifted and stowed on the train<br />And a thousand regrets whirl around in my brain<br />And the ache in my heart is a black sea of pain<br />I'm leaving my Nancy, oh<br /><br />And you stand there beside me so lovely to see<br />But the grip of your hand is an unspoken plea<br />You're not fooling yourself and you're not fooling me<br />Goodbye my Nancy, oh<br /><br />And come a little closer<br />Lay your head upon my shoulder<br />And let me hold you one more time<br />Before the whistle blows<br /><br />But our time has run out and the whistle has blown<br />And here I must leave you standing alone<br />We had so little time and now the time's gone<br />Goodbye my Nancy, oh<br /><br />And as the train starts gently to roll<br />And as I lean out for to wave and to call<br />I see your first tears trickle and fall<br />Goodbye my Nancy, oh<br /><br />And come a little closer<br />Put your head upon my shoulder<br />And let me hold you one more time<br />Before the whistle blows<br />And come a little closer<br />Put your head upon my shoulder<br />And let me hold you one last time<br />Before the whistle blowsAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com