Travel
Therailroad track is miles away,And the day is loud with voices speaking,Yet there isn’t a train goes by all dayBut I hear its whistle shrieking.All night there isn’t a train goes by,Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming,But I see its cinders red on the sky,And hear its engine steaming.My heart is warm with the friends I make,And better friends I’ll not be knowing,Yet there isn’t a train I wouldn’t take,No matter where it’s going.
Therailroad track is miles away,And the day is loud with voices speaking,Yet there isn’t a train goes by all dayBut I hear its whistle shrieking.All night there isn’t a train goes by,Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming,But I see its cinders red on the sky,And hear its engine steaming.My heart is warm with the friends I make,And better friends I’ll not be knowing,Yet there isn’t a train I wouldn’t take,No matter where it’s going.
Therailroad track is miles away,And the day is loud with voices speaking,Yet there isn’t a train goes by all dayBut I hear its whistle shrieking.
All night there isn’t a train goes by,Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming,But I see its cinders red on the sky,And hear its engine steaming.
My heart is warm with the friends I make,And better friends I’ll not be knowing,Yet there isn’t a train I wouldn’t take,No matter where it’s going.