Leaving London

There is a dark and rolling sea

Between my love and me

As I walk through this cold and lonesome town

There is a wish for better days

I need a place to stay

If it's just a board to spread my blanket down

Often roll to change my shirt

Just to wash away the dirt

Then it's over to American Express

Not a letter do I find

She's didn't mean and send a line

No one knows she has my forwarding address

If I could beg, steal or borrow

A ticket on someone ship or plane

I'd leaving London tomorrow

To fly to my own true love again

Last night at The Troubadour

Was so full, they barred the door

I sang a song that she learn so well

But it wouldn't take too long

To make up another song

At a lonesome and a sad farewell

If I could beg, steal or borrow

A ticket on someone ship or plane

I'd leaving London tomorrow

To fly to my own true love again