Leaving Nancy

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.