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• Artiste: Christy Moore
• Titre: Leaving of Nancy
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In comes the train, and the whole platform shakes It stops with a shudder, and a screaming of breaks The parting has come, and my grieving soul aches I'm leaving my Nancy-O. But you stand there so calmly, determinedly gay And you talk of the weather and events of the day But your eyes tell me all that your tongue doesn't 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 went around in my brain And the ache in my heart, it's a black sea of pain I'm leaving my Nancy-O. And you stand there so calmly, 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-O. And come a little closer Lay your head upon my shoulder And let me hold you one more time Before the whistle blows For 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 that times gone Goodbye my Nancy-O. And as the train starts gently to roll And as I lean out for to wave and to call I see your first tears trickle and fall 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 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