In comes the train and the whole platform shakes,
It stops with a shutter,and a screaming of brakes,
The parting has come,and my weary soul aches,
Im leaving my Nancy O'
But you stand there so calmly determindly gay,
And you talk of yhr weather and events of the day,
But your eyes tell me all that your tongue doesnt say,
Goodbye my Nancy O'
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,
Im leaving my Nancy O'
And you stand there so calmly so lovely to see,
But the grip of your hand is an unspoken plea,
Your not fooling yoursely,and your not fooling me,
Good-by my Nancy O'
For our time has run out and the whistle has blown,
And here I must leave you standing alone,
We have so little time and now the time's gone
Good-bye my Nancy O'
And as the train starts gently to rool,
And as I lean out to wave and to call,
I see your first tears,tricle and fall,
Good-bye my Nancy O'