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Written by Peter Webster

Lyrics

The Golden-haired girl lives by the railway station.
You could say that meeting her has been my salvation.

The trains roll in; the trains roll out.
There’s far too many for me to count,
But I’ll lay with you, I’ll stay with you
From the end to the start of the day with you.

Oh Felicity, you’ve got to me;
Oh my Felicity, you’ve got to me.

Well I hear that she’s going abroad, now that summer’s over;
Maybe I can catch her in my beat-up Ford on the way to Dover.

Oh Felicity, you’ve got to me;
Oh my Felicity, you’ve got to me.
Oh Felicity, you’ve got to me;
Oh my Felicity, you’ve got to me.


Copyright © Peter Webster 1990