richard thompson
shaky nancy
Here she comes and there she goes Nothing on her fingers, nothing on her toes Why she comes nobody knows Here comes shaky Nancy Don’t be believing, she melts in your hand Runs with the tide and she shifts with the sand She’ll send you a message and turn to stone She’s a hard girl, Nancy One cold morning, ice on the sea Shaky Nancy won’t you lean on me Must mean something, how can you lose? There’s nothing choosy or chancy Oh here she comes and there she goes Nothing on her fingers, nothing on her toes Why she comes nobody knows Here comes shaky Nancy