in comes the train and the whole platform shakes 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 calmly 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 last time before the whistle blows my suitcase is lifted and stowed on the train and a thousand regrets whirl around in my brain the ache in my heart is a black sea of pain i m leaving my nancy oh but you stand there beside me so lovely to see the grip of your hand is an unspoken plea you re not fooling yourself and you re not fooling me goodbye my nancy oh and come a little closer put your head upon my shoulder and let me hold you one last time before the whistle blows but our time has run out and the whistle has blown 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 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 last time before the whistle blows and let me hold you one last time before the whistle blows