Nottingham Lace

The factory gates at ten
He has to wait till then
To see her face again
He reminds himself what women are for
Reminds himself she’s just one more

The local boys are loud
The late night drinking crowd
They are both lost and proud
She dare not hope for the kind of love
The kind that she’s been dreaming of

But he won’t be there with her
Won’t be his name she’ll call
He won’t be the one to make her fall
He won’t be there with her after all
England 1938
Too late for dreams my love too late
England 1939
She holds her breath and draws a line

The sky is purple black
Except the tracer tracks
No one to watch his back
He says the little prayer that fuels the flame
And somewhere in it is her name

Crewe Junction rattled by
His heart was low but high
Not the first man to cry
Not for all the things he’d had to do
His tears were for himself for coming through

And he believed when he saw her face
Love was made of Nottingham lace
And he believed when he saw her face
Love was made of Nottingham lace