The train stopped one night at old Farnham town
I used to live there but it made me frown
Memory hurt me I was courting Stella
But she ditched me for another fella
She was beautiful but played a game
Flicking her hair was a bweautiful dame
Couldn't dislike her , we went to the flicks
She was glad she always close the film picks
Each Friday was night we always meet
We would always try to get the same seat
We climber up the stairs ir was always best
Cuddled up together we had our nest
How sorrowful I was to lose this girl
This was like losing a precious pearl
She loved flowers I often bought her some
Courting is like that, win some lose sum
I know that now watching the falling leaves
Swirling around the platform under the eaves
I skipped out of my trainand stood by the wall
Why is it hard to lose the one and all?
Everything has changed oh how I missed her
Then I looked to platform the other side
Passengers gathering there for their ride
She hasn't seen me...but should have been my bride
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