LEAVING LONDON

(Tom Paxton)



With a dark and rolling sea

Between my love and me

I keep walking thru this cold hard town

While i wait for better days

I could use a place to stay

Or a floor where I could lay my blanket down



If I could beg, steal, or borrow

A ticket on some boat or plane

I'd be leaving London tomorrow

To fly to my young love again



Up at dawn to change my shirt

And to wash away the dirt

Then it's over to American Express

Not one letter did I find

No, she didn't send one line

Though I know she had my forwarding address



Last night the Troubadour

Was so full they barred the door

And I sang a song she knows quite well

But it wouldn't take too long

To make up another song

For a lonesome and a last farewell



Copyright Tom Paxton

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