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I never forget the walk to the station,
Me with suitcase being brotherly strong.
And trying to make of the whole situation,
In mild conversation we through the throng,

And above all the of the town was the blue sky,
I hear the birds singing for the joy of the day
And there was no from the city forthcoming,
No sympathy numbing going away.
It's to say goodbye.

And was you with your bright eyes and best dress for travelling
And me in my work clothes, and plain,
Oh, I fully intended to put in the day,
But my good intentions with you on the train.

And I never looked back as the left the station,
Crossed the road and walked into the park,
And in a bar an old man was singing,
And I sat drinking until it got dark.

And outside the trees they starlings like apples,
Their hustle and chatter not by the rain.
That washed the pavements and into the gutters,
That soaked my clothes as I set out again,

And above me the were all hidden by rain clouds,
The of the old man still locked in my brain,
And all emigration, the of a nation
The now fitting his sad sweet refrain.