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Doc Watson

Leaving London

 

Leaving London

(album: Portrait - 1987)


There's a dark and rolling sea between my love and me
As I walk through this cold, lonesome town
As I wish for a better day I need a place to stay
If it's just a floor to spread my blanket down

If I could beg, steal or borrow
A ticket on some old ship or plane
I'd leave old London tomorrow
And I'd fly to my own true love again

I'll put on a change of shirt just to wash away the dirt
And then it's over to American Express
And not a letter do I find, she didn't even send a line
And I know she has my forwarding address

If I could beg, steal or borrow
A ticket on some old ship or plane
I'd leave old London tomorrow
And I'd fly to my own true love again

Last night the Troubadour was so full they barred the door
And I sang a song that she loved so well
And it wouldn't take me long to make up another song
About a sad and a lonesome farewell

If I could beg, steal or borrow
A ticket on some old ship or plane
I'd leave old London tomorrow
And I'd fly to my own true love again

At my room I close the door, spread my blanket on the floor
Feeling like a man in a cell
Sleep finally comes to me and I drift across the sea
To the waiting arms of the girl I love so well

And if I could beg, steal or borrow
A ticket on some old ship or plane
I'd leave old London tomorrow
And I'd fly to my own true love again
Yes I'd fly to my own true love again

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