My Father wrote, He said He would meet me at the train station
So pack my bags...my heart fluttered
The excitement grew apprehensively
The house faded in the sand
The Station grew as a beauty on the horizon
Distant hope approached
The whistles of the trains penetrated the fog
as one singing a final good-bye
The Porter took my bags...
ABBA!!
So pack my bags...my heart fluttered
The excitement grew apprehensively
The house faded in the sand
The Station grew as a beauty on the horizon
Distant hope approached
The whistles of the trains penetrated the fog
as one singing a final good-bye
The Porter took my bags...
ABBA!!