Soon, very soon, I’ll be leaving;
And now I wish I’d visited you more
So you could tell me stories of when you
Were a girl.
How you wished the factory where you worked;
Had burnt down in the night.
How you had to share a bed with your
When you played rounder’s, in Platt Fields park;
And missed the last bus home.
Soon, very soon, I’ll be leaving: And
When I return, you might not be here
Please, please - tell me some more stories.