Well, after e-mailing a friend and waiting for the response, I finally have the lyrics to the Eric Bogle song he wrote about leaving his mother. (I had mentioned it, oh--quite a while back--but I didn't have the lyrics.)

Here they are:

Leaving Nancy
Eric Bogle

In comes the train, and its long black shape
Stops with a shudder and screaming of brakes.
Parting is hard; my weary soul aches;
I'm leaving you, Nancy-O.

But you stand there so calm, determinedly gay,
And talk of the weather and events of the day.
But your eyes tell me all your tongue cannot say.
Good-bye, my Nancy-O.

Then come a little closer, put your head upon my shoulder.
Let me hold you one more time before the whistle blows.

The suitcase is lifted and stowed on the train,
A thousand regrets turn around in my brain.
The ache in my heart is a black seed of pain.
I'm leaving you, Nancy-O.

But you stand there so calm, so lovely to see,
The grip of your hand is an unspoken plea.
You're not fooling yourself, and you're not fooling me,
Goodbye, my Nancy-O.

Then come a little closer, put your head upon my shoulder.
Let me hold you one more time before the whistle blows.

But the whistle has blown, and the time is all gone,
And he who must leave you is standing alone.
There's so little time, and now it's all gone.
Good-bye, my Nancy-O.

And as the train starts gently to roll,
I lean out the window to wave and to call,
And I see the first tear trickle and fall.
Goodbye, my Nancy-O.

Then come a little closer, put your head upon my shoulder.
Let me hold you one more time before the whistle blows.

Then come a little closer, put your head upon my shoulder.
Let me hold you one last time before the whistle blows.