Shaky Nancy - Richard Thompson

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