Songtexte Leaving Nancy - Foster , Allen
                                                In 
                                                comes 
                                                the 
                                                train, 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                whole 
                                                platform 
                                                shakes.
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                stops 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                shudder 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                squealing 
                                                of 
                                                brakes.
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                parting 
                                                has 
                                                come 
                                                and 
                                                my 
                                                weary 
                                                heart 
                                                aches.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Goodbye 
                                                my 
                                                Nancy-O.
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                you 
                                                stand 
                                                there 
                                                so 
                                                calmly, 
                                                determinedly 
                                                gay.
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                talk 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                weather 
                                                and 
                                                events 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                day.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Your 
                                                eyes 
                                                tell 
                                                me 
                                                all 
                                                that 
                                                your 
                                                tongue 
                                                doesn't 
                                                say.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Goodbye 
                                                my 
                                                Nancy-O.
 
                                    
                                
                                                So, 
                                                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.
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                thousand 
                                                regrets 
                                                whirl 
                                                around 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                brain.
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                ache 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                heart 
                                                is 
                                                    a 
                                                black 
                                                sea 
                                                of 
                                                pain.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Goodbye 
                                                my 
                                                Nancy-O.
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                stand 
                                                there 
                                                so 
                                                calmly 
                                                so 
                                                lovely 
                                                to 
                                                see.
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                grip 
                                                on 
                                                your 
                                                hand 
                                                is 
                                                an 
                                                unspoken 
                                                plea.
 
                                    
                                
                                                You're 
                                                not 
                                                fooling 
                                                yourself, 
                                                you're 
                                                not 
                                                fooling 
                                                me.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Goodbye 
                                                my 
                                                Nancy-O.
 
                                    
                                
                                                So, 
                                                come 
                                                    a 
                                                little 
                                                closer.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Put 
                                                your 
                                                head 
                                                upon 
                                                my 
                                                shoulder.
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                let 
                                                me 
                                                hold 
                                                you 
                                                one 
                                                more 
                                                time.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Before 
                                                the 
                                                whistle 
                                                blows.
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                our 
                                                time 
                                                has 
                                                run 
                                                out, 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                whistle 
                                                has 
                                                blown.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                    I 
                                                must 
                                                leave 
                                                you 
                                                standing 
                                                alone.
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                had 
                                                so 
                                                little 
                                                time, 
                                                but 
                                                now 
                                                the 
                                                time's 
                                                gone.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Goodbye 
                                                my 
                                                Nancy-O.
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                the 
                                                train 
                                                starts 
                                                gently 
                                                to 
                                                roll.
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                    I 
                                                lean 
                                                out 
                                                to 
                                                wave 
                                                and 
                                                to 
                                                call.
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                see 
                                                the 
                                                first 
                                                tears 
                                                trickle 
                                                and 
                                                fall.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Goodbye 
                                                my 
                                                Nancy-O.
 
                                    
                                
                                                So, 
                                                come 
                                                    a 
                                                little 
                                                closer.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Put 
                                                your 
                                                head 
                                                upon 
                                                my 
                                                shoulder.
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                let 
                                                me 
                                                hold 
                                                you 
                                                one 
                                                more 
                                                time.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Before 
                                                the 
                                                whistle 
                                                blows.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Let 
                                                me 
                                                hold 
                                                you 
                                                one 
                                                more 
                                                time 
                                                before 
                                                the 
                                                whistle 
                                                blows.
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 The Happiness Of Having You
2 Emigrant Eyes
3 North To Alaska
4 The Old Bog Road
5 A Little Peace
6 Dream Baby
7 My Eileen Is Waiting For Me
8 Power To All Our Friends
9 The Land That I Love
10 The Green Hills of Sligo
11 Remember Me
12 The Old RockinO Chair
13 No One Will Ever Know
14 A Little Night Music
15 Leaving Nancy
16 The TravellinO Man
17 As I Leave Behind Neidin
18 The Clouds In the Sky
19 The Blind Date
20 If Anything Happened to You
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