In comes the train

In comes the train just like everyday
but now it is different, what can I say.
The parting has come because you´re leaving today,
good bye, my Alison.

Now here we stand, angel of mine,
so kiss me again before you go.
And let me hold you one more time
because soon the whistle will blow.

But your suitcase is lifted and stowed on the train
and just a few minutes that’s all what remains
and icy grief begins to flow through my veins,
good bye, my Alison.

Now here we stand, angel of mine,
so kiss me again before you go.
And let me hold you one more time
because soon the whistle will blow.

But you stand here beside me so lovely to see,
I hold your hand, wishing you´d be always with me
but soon you will be far over the sea,
good bye, my Alison.

Now here we stand, angel of mine,
so kiss me again before you go.
And let me hold you one more time
because soon the whistle will blow.

But our time has run out and the whistle has blown
so now you mist leave, I´m standing alone.
We had so little time, and now the time´s gone,
good bye, my Alison.

Now here we stand, angel of mine,
so kiss me again before you go.
And let me hold you one more time
because  the whistle did blow.

And I ask myself how the day could be so bright
because in my heart there was a black night
and I swear to you that I could have cried,
good bye, my Alison.

It was there that we stood, angel of mine,
that I kissed you and bade you adieu,
it was there that I held you the last time,
before the whistle blew.