The railroad track is miles away,
And the day is loud with voices speaking,
Yet there is n't a train goes by all day
But I hear its whistle shrieking.
All night there is n'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 is n't a train I would n't take,
No matter where it's going.