Seven years or more I walk the factory floor The skin upon my soles Won’t stick anymore You fit me love Like an old pair of shoes A soft and softer hold With every use Did I hear you have a new love finer than I? Gold upon her fingers and a dark and roving eye Wandering soho streets at night Searching for silks and silvers to buy Seven years or more I sleep beside the door Waiting like a widow Many years after the war See I still believe You’ll be coming back for me No mouth as sweet as yours Was made to deceive But I heard you have a new love finer than I Drinks in mayfair hotel bars deep into the night Her father’s gold shines bright Brighter than any smile of mine The river is long and low And I cannot cross o’er the other side So bring to me a boat That I might cross both time and tide What if I can’t get over it this time?