LEAVING LONDON  (Tom Paxton)  With a dark and rolling sea  Between my love and me  I keep walking thru this cold hard town  While i wait for better days  I could use a place to stay  Or a floor where I could lay my blanket down   If I could beg, steal, or borrow   A ticket on some boat or plane   I'd be leaving London tomorrow   To fly to my young love again  Up at dawn to change my shirt  And to wash away the dirt  Then it's over to American Express  Not one letter did I find  No, she didn't send one line  Though I know she had my forwarding address  Last night the Troubadour  Was so full they barred the door  And I sang a song she knows quite well  But it wouldn't take too long  To make up another song  For a lonesome and a last farewell  Copyright Tom Paxton  filename[ LEAVLOND  SF  ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===