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