Print This Page#01056 Print This Page
With a dark and rolling sea
Between my love and me,
I keep walking through 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 ship or plane,
I'd be leaving London tomorrow
To fly to my own 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.
If I could beg, steal, or borrow
A ticket on some ship or plane,
I'd be leaving London tomorrow
To fly to my own love again.
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.
If I could beg, steal, or borrow
A ticket on some ship or plane,
I'd be leaving London tomorrow
To fly to my own love again.
If I could beg, steal, or borrow
A ticket on some ship or plane,
I'd be leaving London tomorrow
To fly to my own love again.
