Leaving Nancy

In comes the train and the whole platform shakesIt stops with a shudder and a screaming of brakesThe parting has come and my weary soul achesI'm leaving my Nancy, ohBut you stand there so calmly determinedly gayYou talk of the weather and events of the dayAnd your eyes tell me all that your tongue doesn't sayGoodbye my Nancy, ohAnd come a little closerPut your head upon my shoulderAnd let me hold you one last timeBefore the whistle blowsMy suitcase is lifted and stowed on the trainAnd a thousand regrets whirl around in my brainThe ache in my heart is a black sea of painI'm leaving my Nancy, ohBut you stand there beside me so lovely to seeThe grip of your hand is an unspoken pleaYou're not fooling yourself and you're not fooling meGoodbye my Nancy, ohAnd come a little closerPut your head upon my shoulderAnd let me hold you one last timeBefore the whistle blowsBut our time has run out and the whistle has blownHere I must leave you standing aloneWe had so little time and now the time's goneGoodbye my Nancy, ohAnd as the train starts gently to rollAnd as I lean out to wave and to callI see the first tears trickle and fallGoodbye my Nancy, ohAnd come a little closerPut your head upon my shoulderAnd let me hold you one last timeBefore the whistle blowsAnd let me hold you one last timeBefore the whistle blows