Doc Watson - Leaving London lyrics

There's a dark and rolling sea between my love and me As I walk through this cold, lonesome town As I wish for a better day I need a place to stay If it's just a floor to spread my blanket down If I could beg, steal or borrow A ticket on some old ship or plane I'd leave old London tomorrow And I'd fly to my own true love again I'll put on a change of shirt just to wash away the dirt And then it's over to American Express And not a letter do I find, she didn't even send a line And I know she has my forwarding address If I could beg, steal or borrow A ticket on some old ship or plane I'd leave old London tomorrow And I'd fly to my own true love again Last night the Troubadour was so full they barred the door And I sang a song that she loved so well And it wouldn't take me long to make up another song About a sad and a lonesome farewell If I could beg, steal or borrow A ticket on some old ship or plane I'd leave old London tomorrow And I'd fly to my own true love again At my room I close the door, spread my blanket on the floor Feeling like a man in a cell Sleep finally comes to me and I drift across the sea To the waiting arms of the girl I love so well And if I could beg, steal or borrow A ticket on some old ship or plane I'd leave old London tomorrow And I'd fly to my own true love again Yes I'd fly to my own true love again