Elaine

Oh my sweetheart, very shortly
These old shoes will transport me
To a taxi that is waiting
To take me to the station
At the station is a train
With a seat booked in my name
I am coming home again
Elaine, Elaine, Elaine, Elaine
Yeah
When the train can go no farther
I’ll go down to the harbour
Where a grand old ocean liner
Yearns to leave this land behind her
And when we are under way
I will shout a loud «Hooray!»
I am coming home again
Elaine, Elaine, Elaine, Elaine
Yeah
Elaine
Okay
After days and days of water
I’ll sure be looking forward
To the news that we’ve made land-fall
And I sure would be thankful
If upon the dock that day
Is the one for whom I came
A young beauty by the name…
Of Elaine, Elaine, Elaine, Elaine