I hear the whistle of the train
It keeps on calling out my name
And sings to me its lonesome tune
From morning’s rise till afternoon.
It brings to me the memory
Of days gone by that used to be
Filled with excitement that suggests
Times were when we shared happiness.
The chance has come and now has gone
For hooks to hang our dreams upon
We’ll transport them where e’er we go
And pray there’ll be a repeat show !
