Bicksford Station (Radio Edit)

Sixty years darling at Bicksford Station darling
I’ve been waiting
Faithfully darling at Bicksford Station darling
with your telegram
you will meet me
on platform three
when the war is over

Forty years, fifty years now sixty years

Empty rumors at Bicksford Station darling
your fateful death
They stare and whisper at Bicksford Station darling
am I crazy?
but I ignore
I don’t believe
you won’t come back to me

Forty years, fifty years now sixty years

Monday morning at Bicksford Station darling
I am waiting
I am waiting
I am waiting darling