It stops with a shudder, and a screaming of brakes.
The parting has come, and my weary soul aches.
I'm leaving my Nancy, oh
But you stand there so calm, determinedly gay,
You talk of the weather, and events of the day.
And your eyes tell me all, that your tongue doesn't say.
Goodbye my Nancy, oh
And 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,
And a thousand regrets, whirl around in my brain.
And the ache in my heart, is a black sea of pain.
I'm leaving my Nancy, oh
And you stand there so camly, so lovely to see.
But the grip of your hand, it's an unspoken plea
You're not fooling yourself, and you're not fooling me.
Goodbye my Nancy, oh
And come a little closer,
Lay 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.
And here I must leave you, standing alone.
We had so little time, and now the time's gone.
Goodbye my Nancy, oh
And as the train, starts gently to roll.
And as I lean out, for to wave and to call.
I see the first tears, trickle and fall.
Goodbye my Nancy, oh
And come a little closer,
Put your head upon my shoulder.
And let me hold you one more time,
Before the whistle blows.
And come a little closer,
Lay your head upon my shoulder.
And let me hold you one more time,
Before the whistle blows.
And let me hold you one more time,
Before the whistle blows.
