Day's work is done
Factory whistle blowing
Roar of machines
Dying as their wheels start slowing
I'm going home with springtime in my walk
Tonight I'm meeting Peggy in the park
Peggy in the park
Goodbye to my bench
And the foreman's eagly eye
Watching every move I make
Like a time and motion spy
It's time to punch the clock, I'm a freeman at last
Tonight I'm meeting Peggy in the park
I don't smell the fumes
That linger on the London air
Don't even hear
The street cries or the traffic's blare
I can only hear a song, singing in my heart
Tonight you're meeting Peggy in the park
Hand in hand
We'll wander all alone
Between the trees
To a place we call our own
We'll sit on a bench, waiting for the dark
Tonight I'm meeting Peggy in the park
Peggy in the park