Eric Bogle - Leaving nancy

^GIn comes the ^Ctrain and the whole platform shakes ^DIt stops with a shu^Gdder and a screaming of brakes ^GThe parting has come ^Cand my weary soul aches ^DI'm leaving my Nancy, oh ^G

^GBut you stand there ^Cso calmly determinedly gay ^DYou talk of the ^Cweather and events of the day ^GAnd your e^Cyes tell me all that your tongue doesn't say ^GGoodb^Dye my Nancy, oh

^GAnd come a little ^Ccloser ^DPut your h^Gead upon my shoulder ^GAnd let me hold you ^Cone last time ^DBefore the whistle ^Gblows

^GMy suitcase is lifted and ^Cstowed on the train ^DAnd a thousand regrets whirl ^Garound in my brain ^GThe ache in m^Cy heart is a black sea of pain ^DI'm leaving my Nancy, ^Goh

^GBut you stand there beside me so ^Clovely to see ^DThe grip of your hand is an ^Gunspoken plea ^GYou're not fool^Cing yourself and you're not fooling me ^DGoodbye my Nancy, ^Goh

^GAnd come a littl^Ce closer ^DPut you^Gr head upon my shoulder ^GAnd let me hold you one last time ^{C D}Before the whistle blows ^G

^GBut our^C time has run out and the whistle has blown ^DHere I must leave you ^Gstanding alone ^GWe had so little time and ^Cnow the time's gone ^DGoodbye my Nancy, ^Goh

^GAnd as t^Che train starts gently to roll ^DAnd as I lean out to wave ^Gand to call ^GI see the first tears trickle ^Cand fall ^DGoodbye my Nancy, ^Goh

^GAnd come a little ^Ccloser ^DPut your head upon my ^Gshoulder ^GAnd let me hold you o^Cne last time ^DBefore the whistle ^Gblows ^GAnd let me hold you o^Cne last time ^DBefore the whistle ^Gblows