Euston Station the train journey North In the buffet car we lurched back and forth Past old crooked dikes through Yorkshire's green fields We were flung into dance as the train jigged and reeled CHORUS By the light of the moon, she'd drift through the streets Her rare old perfume, so seductive and sweet She'd tease us and flirt, as the pubs all closed down Then walk us on home and deny us a round CHORUS The gas heater's empty, it's damp as a tomb The spirits we drank, now ghosts in the ro (guitartabs.cc)